Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I hear a door open, and I know it’s Aria before she comes to a sudden stop in front of the bathroom door.
“Coco! Naughty dog.”
Her big brown eyes widen as they swing to me in nothing but a towel. A very fluffy towel, I might add.
Heat flares in her eyes as they slowly rake down my body, taking in every detail she’s never been privy to. With each inch her gaze travels, her eyes darken, and when her gaze reaches my chest and the tattoos on my ribcage, her tongue darts out, wetting her plump bottom lip.
Her breath hitches, and dammit, my cock stirs. I’m used to women appreciating my body, but watching it unfold like this makes my cock stand up to take notice.
He’s ready to play, and that kind of pisses me off because, despite the heat in her eyes right now, this chick thinks she’s better than me just because her daddy has money.
“Like what you see, Princess?”
She gasps, and her nostrils flare in outrage. “Not at all.”
“Good,” I tell her, grabbing the edge of the towel and flicking it until it pools at my feet. If she doesn’t like it, then she can see it all. I smile when her eyes go even wider at the sight of me. “Take a picture, sweetheart. It’ll last a hell of a lot longer.”
A growl starts low in her belly before it erupts from her, full of frustration and anger. “I hate you,” she pushes the words past her lips and runs from the bathroom.
Coco barks at his mistress’ back, and I laugh, scooping him up just to fuck with her even more.
“I got ya, boy.”
I swear the little dog snuggles closer to my wet body as I carry him two doors down and knock.
“Go away,” she yells through the door.
I knock again, still smiling because screwing with Aria is the best part of my day. “Open up, Princess.”
Nothing.
I knock again and wait. “I have all day, and despite the chill, I know you won’t be disappointed.” I laugh when something hits the door and knock again.
Coco barks.
Seconds later, the door opens and she gasps again. “Put some clothes on! What is the matter with you?”
I shrug. “Well, I was just enjoying a shower in peace when your perverted little barking machine decided to sneak a peek at the goods. He got so excited he pissed on the floor, and then you came and ogled me. I figured I’d save you both the trouble and let you look your fill.”
She lets out another almost feral groan before yanking Coco from my arms, stepping back, and slamming the door in my face.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
“I hate you,” she calls out again, making me laugh harder.
“I’ll be right across the hall if you need me.” Something else, probably a pillow, hits the inside of the door, and I laugh again. It’s too easy to get her riled up, but it makes me feel better to bring her down a notch. She can hate me all she wants, she can look down on me, but there are two things she can’t help.
One. Her attraction to me.
And two. She needs me to keep her safe.
As far as I’m concerned, that puts us on pretty equal footing.
I change into a clean pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt and walk around the mansion to make sure things are secure. Geoffrey Morgan has an impressive home security system. It’s too damn bad that no one ever uses it. Every window and door in the place is connected to the alarm system, but as I go through the rooms on all three floors, a few are locked or even closed fully. “This place is a security nightmare.”
“Never had much use for security until recently,” Frannie says from behind me, a playful smile on her face. “Trouble has only come to the mansion recently.”
“You saying this is my fault?” I ask.
She laughs. “Oh no, it’s no secret where Mr. Morgan’s money comes from, but that part of the business is usually, well, at the business.”
Interesting. “So it is true that the hired help sees and knows all?”
“I’ve been working here for years, and I see a lot. Been friends with Aria since the first week here, so between what she says and doesn’t say, I’ve gathered a few things.”
“Friends?” I question, surprised.
Her smile widens at my incredulous tone. “That’s right. Friends.”
“Okay.” I nod.
“She lost her mom when she was young and learned most things from the snobby kids she went to school with over the years. But we’re honest with each other, and we genuinely like each other. It works.”
“All right, you’ve made your point. Did you need something?”
“No. But two sexy men showed up asking for you, so I figured you might want to know.” She laughs, the sound echoing as she leaves the sunroom.