Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Samantha,” I state, both annoyed and relieved she stopped what was quickly happening yet again between Roux and me.
“Jordy, honey,” she greets, flashing me a wide grin. “We need to talk.”
I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. “Sure. Come in.”
Roux comes to stand beside me, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. It’s like she’s always charged with electricity and I can’t help but get shocked by her. Absently, I place my hand on the small of her back.
“Would you like something to drink?” I ask Samantha.
Samantha’s smile falters as her eyes dart back and forth between me and Roux. “I’m okay. Thank you.” She pins me with a firm stare. “We need to speak. In private.”
I don’t want Roux to leave my side, but this is a necessary conversation with Samantha.
“Roux…” I start, my voice gruff.
“I get it,” Roux snips, shouldering past me. “For my own protection.”
Roux storms out of the house, slamming the door hard behind her. Samantha’s sculpted brows fly up and her lips thin out.
“What?” I grunt, hating her uncanny ability to tear apart what’s going on inside my mind.
“I’ll take that drink now. Make it something hard.”
I stalk into the kitchen and start flinging open cabinets looking for Roan’s liquor stash. When I come up empty, I settle for a couple of beers and pop the caps off. I exit the kitchen to find Samantha perched at the kitchen table, opening her laptop and already making herself at home.
“What’s so important it couldn’t wait?” I demand, setting a beer down and pushing it toward her. I sit opposite of her and glower her way.
“I thought it was just prison that made you grumpy. Turns out, it’s your personality.” She laughs, making her boobs, which are nearly spilling from her blouse, jiggle. “Oh, Jesus, Jordy. Take a joke already.”
“I’m not in a joking mood.” I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes drifting to the window, searching for Roux. “Is this going to take long?”
She sips her beer before setting it down and tapping her nails on the glass bottle. “Before we get to what I came here for, I want to know something.”
“You know everything there is to know about me.” I take a long pull of my beer as I give her a one-shouldered shrug.
“Are you fucking the teenager?”
I choke on my beer, sending some of it running down my chin. I slam the bottle down on the table and wipe my face off with my palm. “What the fuck, Samantha?”
Irritation flashes in her eyes. “If you are, that’s a problem. Really huge problem.”
“I’m not.” But I want to be.
“See,” she snips, “the way you say it, I don’t exactly believe it.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It’s absolutely my business. You’re my client, Jordy.”
“I’m not fucking her,” I growl.
“If you were, you can’t ever do it again.” Her words are firm and commanding. “If you haven’t, don’t. And if you’re thinking about it, stop. You thought killing four men to defend that girl was bad? Try being an ex-convict who sleeps with an underage girl. You won’t be a hero, Jordy. You’ll be a villain. Any progress you made to get here”—she waves a hand in the air—“will be destroyed.”
“I said I’m not fucking her.” My words are filled with venom. “Don’t mention it again.”
She purses her lips and shakes her head. “One more thing and I’ll let it go.”
I narrow my eyes, my jaw clenching.
“When it does happen, and for your sake, I really hope it’s after she turns eighteen, understand that she’s young. Girls like her are wishy-washy. They want what they can’t have. Right now, that’s you. And after she moves on, because she will, I implore you to not lose your shit over it.”
“She’s my best friend’s little sister,” I say out loud, because I need to fucking hear it.
“And, unfortunately, that won’t matter.”
She’s right. It won’t.
I was so close to devouring my sweet little Roux only moments ago. It will happen. My thread of self-control is too thin.
“You don’t know me,” I utter.
“I know your type,” Samantha says with a tired sigh. “You forget I’m a criminal attorney. I’ve seen and heard it all.”
“I can’t mess up. I have to be here for them. I won’t touch Roux.”
Lies.
If Samantha hadn’t shown up, I would’ve already had Roux beneath me whimpering.
“You’re going to have to try harder at convincing both of us. I’m not the only one who doesn’t believe you.” She shakes her head, a frown of disappointment on her face. “Moving on. Let’s get to this.”
Roux
His attorney is hot.
Long, tanned legs. Silky blond hair. Big tits.
And a bitch.
I could see the way she looked at Jordy. As though he were a bone with some meat she wanted to suck off. After the soft kiss we’d shared, I was certain things would have gone down differently than they did.