Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“You still need to wait for me.”
And there it was.
She froze. “Why?”
“Because I’ll be taking you home.”
What?
Faith turned toward him, watching as he put on his suit jacket and adjusted the cuffs.
Why was that so sexy?
All he was doing was putting on a jacket. But she’d always been a sucker for a man in a suit.
She didn’t know why. Matt hadn’t even owned one. Just getting him into a button-up shirt was a miracle.
Urgh, why did she keep doing this? She had to stop comparing Matt to Reuben.
Matt was kind. Gentle. He’d always listened to her. He’d let her do whatever she wanted when she wanted.
She’d been the one who’d ruined things. Who’d let Matt down.
It wasn’t fair to compare him to this man. Reuben was everything she didn’t want in a man.
Right?
Right.
Even if he was incredibly sexy.
“Come,” he said. Placing a hand on the small of her back, he directed her through the door to her office.
“I need my handbag.”
She stepped away and grabbed her handbag, putting the strap over her shoulder before he led her to the elevator.
Faith swallowed heavily as she stared at the closed elevator doors. “You know what? I think I’ll take the stairs.”
What if the electricity went out while they were in the elevator? She didn’t like those small metal death traps at the best of times, but right now the thought of getting into one made her want to vomit.
She’d just turned toward the stairwell when he grabbed her around the waist again. “You’re taking the elevator.”
“No. Nope. I’ll take the stairs. And I think I can get myself home.”
“I’m taking you home. Unless you’d rather come to my home.”
No. No, she would rather not do that. She shook her head.
“And you’re not taking the stairs. We’re thirty floors up. I know you don’t like elevators, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
So it would take her a while to get down. She could manage it now that the electricity was back on. Better than plunging to her death when the electricity went out again.
He lifted her up and carried her into the elevator.
“Hey!” she cried out. “You can’t just pick me up and put me where you want me.”
“Why not?”
She spluttered. “B-because I have f-free will!”
“Interesting that you think that.” He pushed the button for the underground garage before setting her on her feet. She moved to the other side of the elevator, and he gave her an amused glance. “Because you don’t.”
This was . . . he was . . . out of control!
“You’re nuts.”
“I’m also the person who is in charge now. Do you not remember what you agreed to?”
Wait. Did he really mean because she’d said yes to him helping her?
He’s joking.
Well, maybe not joking. Reuben wasn’t the joking type. But he was definitely teasing her.
Hmm. Nope. Try again.
Trying to rattle her?
Yes, that sounded more likely.
When she’d agreed to that she’d been freaking out because of the storm. And she’d told him it was just for the night.
He wasn’t going to start taking over her life and making decisions.
Being her Daddy.
No. Nope.
That would be insane.
Right?
“You’re tense. But you shouldn’t be scared since that’s an insult to me.”
An insult to him?
“How do you figure that?” she asked.
“Because you should trust me to keep you safe.”
Her mouth opened and closed. What did you say to such an outrageous statement?
Nothing. When it’s your boss, you say nothing.
“I don’t think you have any control over electricity.”
Or alternatively, you open your big mouth and say that.
“If the electricity goes out again, you don’t have to worry because I will make sure you’re protected.”
She wanted to ask him how he’d manage that while plummeting to their death, but the elevator came to a soft stop.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped out as soon as the doors opened. Solid ground.
Hallelujah.
“Come.”
That was all he said. And he expected her to just come? She stood there, staring at his back.
“Do not test me, Faith.”
Yeah. He was out of control.
And so was her reaction to him. Because there was no way the idea of pushing him intrigued her.
Right?
Urgh, you’re in trouble here, Faith.
“Faith,” he said warningly.
Why didn’t she like him calling her by her first name?
Right, because it felt like a scolding.
She ran after him, nearly tripping up over her own feet. He turned and frowned. “Slow down.”
Sheesh.
He’d told her to come and now he was telling her to slow down. What did he want?
When she grew closer, he wrapped his hand around hers. His hold was surprisingly gentle, but she felt like it was burning her skin as he led her to his car.
It was black. No surprises there, since it was the color of his soul.
It was also sleek and stylish. She’d bet it cost more than her debts combined.
“I can’t decide whether or not to be jealous of the way you look at my car.”