Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
She’s breathtaking.
And she’s unavailable.
Life is twisted as fuck.
I swear it’s sweltering hot in this room. Who’s in charge of controlling the temperatures? Oh, right, me.
I breathe in deep and let it out slowly.
Since the moment I saw her in the club, I’ve been semi-hard and pissed off. Upset because she’s engaged, and I’m stuck babysitting her so the quack of a crime family can hold their secret meetings.
Pissed because she smells amazing and I have to sit here, smelling her sweet scent. It reminds me of something fresh. Like donuts. Or vanilla cake. It’s making my mouth water, and that pisses me off more.
I roll my shoulders to work out the kink in my neck.
“How did you two meet?” I ask, not really caring about the love story between her and Delgado, but needing something to talk about.
Posey rises from the couch and gracefully crosses the room. Slowly. Seductively as fuck.
She stops at the silver pole in the center of the room and stares at it. I hold my breath, wondering what she’ll do.
She steps onto the small stage, and turns to face me and raises one arm to touch the pole behind her. Fuck, it’s sensual, but at the same time innocent. A true paradox.
“We met how any two people meet,” she says with a nonchalant attitude, like their meeting was no big deal.
“And how’s that?” I pry.
She smiles at me before dropping her pose at the pole. “We met through my father.”
I nod. “Ah, I see.”
“Do you?” she asks, her tone implying I couldn’t possibly understand. But I think I do. Her father most likely comes from wealth. A ton of it. I’m sure Bane and her father run in the same circles. She’s a débutante. I bet she’s a politician’s daughter, or something.
Now, the picture becomes crystal clear.
“I do,” I tell her.
She laughs lightly, and the enchanting sound sends a jolt right down to my cock. I don’t even know this woman, and all I can think about is bending her over this couch and pounding into her from behind.
There’s seriously something wrong with me.
I’ve been around beautiful women before and never wanted to maul them at first sight, so what’s the deal tonight?
“My turn to ask you a question.”
“Ask away.” I’ve got nothing to hide.
She returns to her spot next to me on the couch. “You own this club?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s owned by Devereaux Huxley, a friend of mine. His girl just had a baby, and he’s taking time off to spend with them. So, I’m helping out.”
“You’re really close to him?”
I nod. “Dev’s like family to me.”
“Must be nice to have a friend like that.”
“Yeah, he’s close to my twin brother, too.”
“Wow. A twin? So, there’re two of you?”
I smile. “We aren’t identical, so there are some differences, and we definitely are complete opposites, but yes, there are two of me.”
Her eyes take on a wistful look. “Must be nice to have somebody like that. Somebody you’d go to the ends of the earth for.”
“I’m sure Bane feels that way about you.”
She nods. “Sure.” But I don’t believe her. Why don’t I believe her? If I were ever to ask a woman to marry me, she'd know I’d go to the ends of the earth for her. Hell, she’d be someone I’d jump off the end for.
“I’m sorry you have to babysit me tonight. Bane was busy.”
I can sense the sarcasm in her tone, so I can’t help but pry. “Busy doing what?”
She picks an imaginary piece of lint off her pink dress. “Who knows with him?” Her eyes snap up to mine. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know you. This might be the funny business Lazarus was talking about.”
I study Posey for a moment and wonder what Bane could be so busy doing that he can’t have her around. Knowing Bane it’s something illegal, but would he risk that while on house arrest, awaiting one of the biggest trials of the century?
Hell, the judge even issued a gag order so nobody would discuss the details of the case when the media couldn’t stop painting him in a bad light. It makes me wonder how a woman like Posey could marry him.
She keeps picking at the material of her dress, probably wishing she could go home to her fiancé instead of hanging around here with me.
I decide to change the subject. “What do you do for fun?” I ask her.
She lifts her head up to gaze into my eyes, and I swear there’s this passion burning between us that I don’t know what to do with. “Believe it or not, I like to fish.”
That is not something I thought she’d say. “Like with a fishing pole?”
“No, with my hands. Of course with a fishing pole, silly.”
“You have to tell me how someone like you would be into something like that.”