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)
There was so much to unpack in that statement that she didn’t know where to begin.
Running her hand over her face, she decided to let all of that go and concentrate on the matter at hand.
“We’ve only known each other a short time.”
“You’ve worked for me for three months.”
“Yes, but . . . that was working together. Not being together.” Surely, he understood that.
“Same thing. In fact, I could argue that working together means we know each other well.”
Okay, now she had him.
“Do we, though? I mean, do you know what my favorite color is?”
“Pale blue, like your eyes. Although you also love lilac.”
All right. She guessed she wore those colors a lot.
“Well, what about my favorite drink?”
“Pineapple juice or coffee. You also like water with cucumber and mint in it. Which is just weird.”
“It is not! It’s delicious!” She frowned. He was doing far better at this than she thought he would.
“My favorite television show.”
He stared at her for a long moment, then he smiled. “That reality baking show.”
Her mouth dropped open. “All right, how did you know that?”
Was he stalking her?
“I heard you talking to that woman that brings food up from the café below, asking her about what was going on and lamenting that you hadn’t seen the latest shows. Then I caught you watching it on your computer. At work.”
She could feel herself growing pale. “I, um, that was on my own time!”
“On my computer.”
“I’m really sorry. Am I fired?”
“What did I say about getting fired?”
“That you wouldn’t fire me, but you would punish me in other ways.”
Which kind of sounded worse.
Maybe.
“I’d also like to point out that last night I had my tongue in your pussy. Do you really think I’d fire you over something you did two weeks ago after I found out how good your pussy tastes?”
“Reuben!” she protested. “You can’t say things like that.”
He lifted her onto his lap and spooned up some yogurt. “I can say whatever I like. I’m the boss. At work and at home. And you know it.”
Boy, did she know it.
He fed her more yogurt.
“So, do you have any more issues with moving in with me?” he asked.
“I just . . . I don’t think it’s the right time. I mean, am I really who you want?”
“You’re the only woman I’ve dated in years. The only assistant who’s lasted longer than a week. The only Little I’ve ever been with outside the club. Do you really think that I haven’t thought this through? That I don’t know what I want?” He touched her cheek, turning her to face him.
“All right, I believe you’ve thought about it. But maybe you could give me a few minutes to catch up.”
“A few minutes? I can do that.”
She groaned. He knew she hadn’t meant that literally.
“Come with me.” He set her on her feet and took hold of her hand. Then he led her through the enormous apartment. Seriously, this place was gorgeous.
Opening a door, he took her into the most amazing room she’d ever seen.
“A library?” she whispered. “You have a library in your home?”
“I do.”
Three walls were filled with wooden bookshelves that went up to the ceiling. The fourth wall had two big two windows that flanked a gas fireplace.
A ladder ran along the shelves to use to reach the higher shelves.
There was a desk at one end of the room and in front of the fire were two leather club chairs.
Moving to one, she sat on it as he turned on the fireplace.
“This is . . . it’s amazing.”
“This isn’t all that you’d get by moving in with me.” He took hold of her hand again, leading her out of the room.
“But . . . but . . . I want to stay.” She reached back with a gimme hand. That was her happy place.
Corn and camellias.
“You can go back there soon.” He led her to a door next to the main bedroom.
When he opened it, she stepped inside. Amazement filled her.
This was . . . it was . . . holy heck.
This room didn’t have any wainscoting. The walls were painted that same soft gray, though. Except for one wall which had a mural of a field of wildflowers, complete with butterflies and bumblebees.
There was a pale blue fluffy rug on the floor and white furniture, including a canopied bed with a lilac cover, a rocking chair, dresser and a nightstand. There were also some large cushions on the floor in the shapes of flowers. They appeared big enough to sit on.
Lastly, a string of flower lights was wound around the top of the canopied bed. She couldn’t wait for night to turn them on.
The whole room was tasteful and sweet.
Maybe he did know her well.
Because if she’d reached into her head for a room for her Little, this would be it.