Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
My body is aching as I hold onto her. I long to run my fingers over her stunning cheeks and then continue until my hands are sinking into that dark golden brown hair and our lips are coming together. I let out a low involuntary groaning sound as she looks up at me with a confused little tilt of her head.
“Sit, please,” Linda says yanking me out of this warm awestruck moment and dousing me back into cold reality.
Oh, right. We’re not alone. There’s a whole conference room full of people here. I want to bark orders at them to leave me alone with this goddess, but instead, I sit down politely and pretend that my hands aren’t shaking under the table.
My eyes never leave Kyra as she walks around the large table and takes a seat beside Linda.
“So, these are the best products that She’s The Sun has to offer,” Linda says as members of her team spread the boxes along the table and open them up.
It’s painful to look away from my girl, but I force my eyes onto the cosmetics.
“These look great,” Candice says as she takes a concealer and opens it. “I love the packaging.”
“And it’s all cruelty-free?” Sakura asks as she pulls off the cap of a lipstick.
“All organic, natural, and of course, cruelty-free,” Linda says with a proud smile.
“Do you use these products?” I ask Kyra. I just need to hear her talk. I want to hear the sweet sound of her voice in my ears. Maybe that will settle the tight edgy feeling rampaging through my body.
“I do,” she says with a warm smile.
“In fact,” Linda butts in, “this company was started because of her. My niece had a bad case of acne growing up and was allergic to all of the beauty products on the market.”
Kyra’s cheeks get red and she drops her eyes to her lap.
I want to lean over the table, tilt her chin up, and tell her to hold her head high. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She should be proud of what she’s been through. Of what she’s conquered.
Linda goes on, explaining all about her company’s origin. It’s fascinating stuff how she started mixing compounds in her kitchen, but I want to hear more about Kyra and her involvement.
“And you’re the CEO?” I ask, staring at Kyra.
She nods with a tight smile. “Yes,” she says. “Since day one. Aunt Linda—sorry, Mrs. McCaffrey—is head of product development.”
“Kyra has been a powerhouse CEO,” Linda says, laying it on thick. She’s probably trying to flatter her niece into a new job. It’s unnecessary. There’s no way I’m getting rid of her. I might just have to move her into my personal office. She can do all of her work while sitting on my lap. “She knows the business in and out. She’s a real asset.”
Kyra is looking at me from under those long dark lashes and it’s making my cock grow hard. I feel it pushing and thickening along my muscular thigh with those mesmerizing eyes on me.
“Can we try these?” Candice asks, eying the blush in her hand.
“Absolutely!” Linda says with a big smile.
I like this company. It’s not just the angel on the other side of the table either. They’re unique. I like their values. It’s something I wouldn’t mind bringing to the rest of the companies in our portfolio.
This industry is a mess. Everything is airbrushed and digitally manipulated until it’s not even real. The fashion industry sets a standard that real people can’t possibly live up to. It’s unfair, it’s fake, and frankly, it’s ugly.
I’m in a position at the head of The Hammerhead Group to make a difference. To get back to some realism. To get back to what makes us human. To get back to real beauty.
“Is it supposed to be so sticky?” Sakura asks as she spreads some lotion on her face. It’s not blending in. It looks like it’s part glue.
“No…” Linda says, staring at her in confusion. “I…”
“What’s happening?” Candice asks as she fans away the cloud of pink floating in front of her face. “I just dabbed the blush onto my cheek and it went everywhere.”
It’s all over her clothes, her face, and the table.
Linda doesn’t know what’s happening. Her mouth is hanging open and she’s speechless as she looks around with wide eyes. “That shouldn’t be…”
I look at Kyra and immediately know that she’s responsible for the malfunctions. Those beautiful cheeks are blushing and she’s staring straight ahead like a guilty kid who is being questioned about a broken window.
Linda realizes it too. She snaps her narrowed eyes on her niece and grits her teeth.
“Excuse us for a moment,” she says in a low tense voice as she abruptly stands up. “I’d like to have a private word with my CEO.”