Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Finally,” he breathes. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”
Well, I did try my best to avoid you.
I glance down at his fingers around my arm, then say, “Can you let go of me?”
“No.”
His reply shocks me and causes a frown to form on my forehead.
Dario looks around us, and the next second, he drags me across the street toward a Starbucks.
“Hey,” I snap.
“Just have coffee with me, then I’ll let you go.”
I glance over my shoulder to where his car is parked in a no-parking zone.
“They’re going to tow your car away,” I mention in the hopes that I can get out having coffee with him because I need to get my ass to work.
“I don’t care,” he mutters.
Once inside the warm coffee shop, I’m pulled to a table and practically shoved down in a chair.
I glare at Dario as he takes a seat across from me. “If you manhandle me again, I’m going to knee you in your balls.”
Much to my surprise, he lets out an amused chuckle. His eyes shine with a mischievous look, which makes me think he’s not taking me seriously.
“You won’t be the first guy I bring to his knees,” I mutter while crossing my arms over my chest.
“Tesoro, the day I’m on my knees in front of you, it will be because I’m eating your pussy and not because you managed to knee me.”
Holy shit.
My mouth drops open, and I can only gape at the man and his filthy mouth.
A triumphant smile curves his lips. “Good. Now that I have your attention, I have a few questions I need answered.”
My eyebrows lift, and I finally find my tongue again. “What makes you think I’m going to answer questions?”
His gaze narrows enough for me to know he means every word when he says, “I will tie you to that chair if I have to, but you’re not leaving here until I have my answers.”
“Geez, demanding much?” My body relaxes in the chair, and I glance at the menu on the wall. “I want a hot chocolate.” My eyes latch onto the display counter that’s loaded with all kinds of delicious desserts. “And I want a chocolate chip cookie and a slice of cheesecake. The dessert is to go for later.”
I want to give the cake to Tyrone to say thank you for always being there for me, and I might as well make Dario pay for it.
“If you make a run for it, I swear I will tackle you off your feet,” he warns me.
I wave a hand at the counter. “Just go get my hot chocolate.”
There’s a weary look on his face as he gets up, and as soon as he walks to the counter, I pull my cell phone out and send a quick text to Quincy, who’s the security guard at the company.
I’ll be thirty minutes late. A huge chocolate chip cookie from Starbucks is yours if you cover for me.
I glance at where Dario’s placing the order before my attention is pulled back to my phone as a message comes through.
Quincy: I got you covered.
I put my phone away and look at Dario again. It’s only now that I take a moment to drink in the sight of the man. Even though I’ve been avoiding him, I haven’t stopped thinking about him.
Or the kiss we shared.
I have to admit a part of me feels super flattered that he’s giving me attention.
When he returns to the table with two drinks and my desserts in a paper bag, I pick up the glass and take a sip of the sweet and warm beverage.
God, just what I needed.
Dario adds sugar into his black expresso as he says, “First question. What’s your name?”
I play with the idea of giving him a fake name, but in the end, I mutter, “Eden.”
A sexy-as-hell smile curves his lips up. “I’ve never met anyone with that name before. It suits you.”
“It better suit me. I’m stuck with it for life.” I start to feel bad for being so bitchy but worrying about getting to work and not blowing my cover is pushing my stress level to its limit.
Dario relaxes in his chair, and with his eyes locked on my face, he murmurs in a deep and rough voice, “Eden.”
My abdomen clenches so hard I shift in my seat and look everywhere but at him.
“Were you heading to the studio when I stopped you?” he asks.
Shit.
I quickly shake my head. “No, I don’t go there anymore.”
“Why?”
Because I need my job.
“Ah…I don’t have time.” I hate lying, but paying the bills is more important than my moral ethics.
“Why are you avoiding looking at me?” he asks.
My eyes snap to his way too handsome face. “I’m not.”
He tilts his head as he fires another question in my direction. “Why did you run after the kiss?”