Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“You’d be right about that, Belle. Go on, get back to work,” he says, still chuckling as I walk out of his office. I have got to learn how to keep my mouth shut.
“Hey, Belle,” a voice says after the front door opens and closes. Usually, the workers only come in on payday, and that’s only the ones without direct deposit set up.
“Hey, Ryan,” I say automatically. The guy gives me the creeps. He’s always just… there. I’d think he has somewhere to be, but that never seems to be the case. He’s Jonathan’s son from his first marriage and thinks he has a right to be anywhere. He probably does, but I’m positive that right doesn’t include my personal space. He plops down on the edge of my desk and right on the pile of papers that I’m working on.
“What are you doing for dinner tonight?” he asks, and I cringe
“I thought I made it clear that I don’t date guys that I work with.” I would never tell this guy anything about my personal life. He is just the type that would show up outside of where someone is just to drive them insane.
“You did. I’m just being friendly; no need to be such a bitch,” he says, laughing. I hate this guy. I don’t normally hate people, but this guy I definitely do.
“I have a lot of work to do,” I say, wanting him to leave.
“I’m not stopping you,” he says.
“Actually…” I begin, but I get cut off by Jonathan.
“Ryan, get your sorry ass in here and leave the poor girl alone,” Jonathan shouts from his office. There’s no way he doesn’t know his son is a creep. I’ve heard rumors of office girls quitting left and right before Dana was hired. She didn’t put up with his shit. I’m determined not to, either.
“Until next time,” he says ominously as he drags his finger down the back of my hand. Ick. Who just touches someone like that? The look in his eyes scares the crap out of me and sends a shiver down my spine. I really like this job, and I’d hate to have to quit because of some entitled brat. Neither one of my brothers would ever act like this just because Dad owns the company. Dad would kick their asses, and then Mom would kick their asses, too, just to make sure the lesson stuck.
He finally leaves and goes into his father’s office. They are in there for a while, but then they both leave the office, leaving me blessedly alone. I spend the next few hours answering emails and voicemails while scheduling several consults for our services. I finally look up when my stomach grumbles. I crack my knuckles and look around the office. It’s still quiet. It’s already one o’clock. I worked right through lunch. Crap.
I’m finishing up the email I’m working on when the door opens. I look up, thinking it’s got to be someone that works here because the office isn’t open to the general public. When I do, I see the hottest, most muscley man I’ve ever seen, striding toward me, looking like someone pissed in his Cheerios. He literally looks painted into his black Baker Brothers tee shirt.
“You didn’t lock the door,” the voice growls. His accent is hot as hell. He stares at me while I stare at him. The tiny hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end. This is something. Something I can’t quite identify.
“I-I didn’t, no,” I finally manage to say after clearing my throat.
“Belle?” he asks.
“Kent?” I ask, my mouth dropped in open.
“Oui, ma chère.”
I forget how to speak, how to breathe, how to act. I jump up from my chair, knocking my huge water jug off the edge of my desk. He reaches forward and catches it easily. His gaze never leaves mine as he sets it back down.
One of us is going to have to say something, but it won’t be me because I literally can’t. I’ve been struck dumb by this man.
Holy shit.
Chapter Five
Kent
Her blonde hair is swept away from her face and held up with a pencil stuck in it. She looks like a naughty librarian. She doesn’t look like I pictured her. She looks even better than my imagination conjured up. Believe me; my imagination ran wild over the weekend. I can’t even remember how many times I took my dick in hand. I don’t even know why I did it. She shouldn’t have had such an effect on me, but she did. She got under my skin with text messages, of all things. She’s ridiculously gorgeous. She’s plump, but that only adds to her attractiveness. She’s all pale skin and big tits. She even has three little freckles dotted across her nose. Who knew freckles were so fucking sexy?