Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Declan Wells,” I say. “You live in a nice building.”
That’s putting it mildly. His address borders Central Park.
“Where do you live?”
“Not near you.” I smile. “Brooklyn.”
He steps closer to me. “I’ll need more than that to get you to your front door…”
The way the sentence trails off and the furrow of his brow suggests he’s searching for something. I’m willing to offer it, so I do.
“Abigail. My friends call me Abby.”
“Abby,” he repeats. “Where in Brooklyn do you live, Abby?”
I smile. “In an apartment.”
He tilts his head slightly as he studies my face. “Why don’t I have Rygar drop me off first, and then he’ll drive you home? If you make him promise not to tell me where you live, he won’t.”
“You pay him,” I point out. “He’ll tell you anything.”
“Rygar’s a good man. He’s an honorable man.” He gestures to an approaching black car. “Let us give you a lift. It’s the least I can do since those glass slippers are killing your feet.”
A soft laugh escapes me. “How can you tell?”
His gaze drops to my feet before darting back to my face. “Your nose scrunches every few seconds from the pain you’re in, and the way you keep shuffling from one foot to another is a dead giveaway.”
I stare into his eyes as the car stops next to the curb.
“Your chariot awaits.” He moves a half step to the left as the gray-haired driver exits the car.
I didn’t plan to get into a car with Declan Wells tonight, but it’s just a ride. It’s not as though he’s going to ravish me on the car seat.
“Okay.” I nod. “I accept.”
The driver swings the back passenger door open, but before he can extend a hand to help me step off the curb, Declan has his at the ready.
I slide mine into it, and a sudden shiver courses through me. There’s no denying my body’s reaction to his touch.
I tear my gaze away from his handsome face, get into the car, and remind myself to breathe.
CHAPTER TWO
Abby
The backseat of this Mercedes feels cramped, and that has nothing to do with the tiara on my head or the gown I’m wearing.
On a whim, I bought it all online, when my friend, Nyssa Vandalli, told me her daughter loves a certain fairytale princess who loses her glass slipper as she’s fleeing the ball.
I thought it would create a lasting memory for her daughter. Little Myka screamed in delight when she saw me appear in the doorway of their apartment, but as soon as her best friends from playschool showed up, I blended into the background.
I was overlooked for a fun game about a donkey missing its tail and a three-layer birthday cake covered with white chocolate butterflies.
“How often do you venture out dressed as a character in a child’s book?”
I glance at Declan, whose gaze is cast on my face before it drops to my chest. I didn’t intend to buy a gown that came complete with a built-in push-up bra, but I sure as hell didn’t complain once I had it on.
It’s doing my breasts all kinds of favors. The only problem is that I can’t see myself wearing this getup again until Halloween.
“I have a red hooded coat.” I smile. “There are a lot of big, bad wolves in this city, so I suppose in some way that qualifies as a twist on a storybook character.”
“There are wolves in New York City?” he asks as if he’s unaware that he’s one of them.
There’s enough chatter in the break room of Thorsen & Associates to populate a gossip website for eternity. Declan Wells has a reputation for being cutthroat in business and a beast in the bedroom.
All of that is hearsay, though, and I’m a lawyer, so I should ignore it, but it’s hard to when he exudes a heady mix of control and power.
“I’ve met a few,” I quip. “I may have dated one or two.”
“Tell me more.”
“A woman never kisses and tells,” I say with a smile. “I respect privacy.”
“Yet, you memorized my birthday and address from my driver’s license.”
Guilty as charged, but I shrug. “Why would I do that?”
“The very same reason I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Oh, that’s smooth. It’s so smooth that my cheeks blush pink, and the rest of me heats in anticipation of what could be.
I glance in his direction to find his gaze searing into me. Intensity is one thing, but this is a notch above that. Declan Wells has pinned me in place with his eyes.
“I’m…” I stop to find a word to fill in the blank, or at least one that won’t reveal what I want.
I want him in a bed without this gown or his tux.
Sudden images of him naked above me, pounding his cock into me, take over everything else.