Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
And I’m not ashamed to admit, Slade has been the center of my fantasies for a while now. He doesn’t even know that while my hands were being used to bring me to orgasm after orgasm, it was him I envisioned, his name I gasped out loud when I came each and every single time.
“Slade,” I all put purr out, like a cat rubbing against its owner. I need to snap out of the fog before he realizes what he does to me in front of his whole office.
“Follow me.” His tone is less than welcoming. If it wasn’t for Travis being adamant that I be here, I wouldn’t be. Hell, at this rate, I’ll need a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves.
I mock salute him, only following his orders. It seems like these men could use some fun in their lives, and maybe I’ll be just the person to deliver it. The whole way to Slade’s office, I try to come up with a plan.
Slade walks around to his desk. “Have a seat, please.” He’s wearing a pair of dark charcoal slacks and a white dress shirt that has the sleeves folded back, showing off the muscles in his forearms and the deep tan that I know is more heritage than from the sun itself. Rich hair falls to his forehead, and he has a five o’clock shadow. His soulful eyes are as dark as the midnight sky.
“I don’t mind if I do.” I smooth my skirt down before taking my seat, ready to get this conversation over and done with.
“Travis didn’t tell me a whole lot about what’s going on, just about some letters that were sent to you. Do you happen to have them with you?”
“Um… no, but I’m pretty sure those were nothing. I shouldn’t have even told Travis. He has more than enough to worry about,” I say honestly.
“Just the same, I’ll take a look at them. It’s better to be safe than sorry. Where are they now? When did you receive the first one? What did it say?” He volleys the conversation, continuing with questions. “Travis would want to know whether he was home or not.”
“They’re at home. I got the first one last Monday, and the second one came on Friday, and then I had another one come earlier this week.” I wince when I see his jaw tick.
“Come on. We’ll go back to your house, grab the letters, and I’ll check your locks and go from there,” he all but demands.
“If that will give you and Travis peace of mind, let’s go.” I stand up, dig in my bag yet again to find my sunglasses and keys when I notice something in my bag, something that wasn’t there earlier when I left the courthouse.
“Mother trucker,” I grumble when I pull out the white envelope that’s addressed in my name.
“Goddamn it, how did that get in your purse?” Slade growls out.
“I’m not sure. My purse is basically with me all day at work. The only thing I can think of is when I was practically run over by someone while leaving today.”
Slade pulls the letter out of my hand using two fingers, trying to barely touch it before he exits the office. “I’ll be right back. Sit tight for me.”
“I guess this means more than I thought it did.” I sit back down and wait to see what Slade has to say, knowing full well I won’t like it one bit.
THREE
SLADE
I take the letter straight to Drake, asking him to take care of it as soon as possible. He’ll take it to our off-site lab, and if we’re fucking lucky, we’ll get some prints. Though, it’s highly doubtful. I know what I need to do next, and Taylor is not going to like it, not for one single minute.
“Let’s go,” I growl when I walk back into my office. She’s sitting in her chair her hair is in some kind of fancy contraption at the nape of her neck, showing off the column of her throat. Fuck. What would it look like with my hand holding it while I take her mouth?
“What do you mean?” Taylor stands up, her skirt hiked up on her legs from sitting down. Her legs are strong, and I know I want them wrapped around my waist or hell, my head as I eat her like she’s my last meal. My gaze travels up her body, hips that are curved, a slim waist, and breasts that will fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. Her shirt is giving just a hint of the cleavage I want my mouth on. Her face though, it literally about knocks me on my ass. She makes my heart thump like the loudest beat to a drummer on his kit. She’s a classic beauty, from her bee stung lips to her light green eyes that go darker when her emotions overtake her. Much like they are now. I move closer to her, my hand goes to the back of her neck, while placing my other on her lower hip.