Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I see Zuko’s mouth move before everyone’s focus turns back to him. But even with the glasses on, I know his eyes are still on me. He says something, and before I know it, he’s coming my way. Finally, I make my feet move, but as I get to the driver’s side door, he shakes his head and holds out his hand.
“I’ll drive,” he says.
I pass him the keys and walk quickly around to the passenger side. He pushes the door open from the inside before he reaches over me as I sit down and grabs my seat belt. It slides over my chest, and he pulls it tight, so it cuts into my waist.
“Can’t have you escaping now, can we, Trouble?” He smirks and buckles me in, lingering longer than necessary before he pulls away and places both hands on the wheel, then drives off.
I don’t check behind me. I look down at my hands. My whole body feels like it’s shaking on the inside, but my hands are so steady I could probably do brain surgery. I’ve already established I don’t really care what Zuko does for a living. If I’m honest he doesn’t really look like a CEO or broker, but I do want to know. I pin my gaze on him. “What do you do?” I ask.
His fingers tap the steering wheel, and I get the idea he won’t answer me, but then he says, “I’m a hunter.”
“A hunter?” I’m somewhat confused by his answer.
“Yes, exactly that.”
I nod. Right, that makes more sense—he hunts wild animals. Is that what that was? I wonder what animal was in that bag. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. When he holds it out to me, I take it and then scan the wording.
“A condo,” I say looking at the picture on the card.
He smirks. “Your very own.”
“I’m confused. I said I wouldn’t sit on your cock until I got a condo, you think this,” I hold up the card, “is a condo that counts as payment?”
“Yes. You didn’t specify the condo had to be a physical place. So your condo is the picture. Now, where can we go so that I can fuck you?” This time he does look my way. His sunglasses tip down, and I see the raised brow as his lips set into a thin line.
“Is that all you want to do? Fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s all? Nothing more after this?” I ask.
“Do you mean will I want to fuck you again, Trouble?” He scrapes his teeth along his bottom lip as he stares at me.
“Yes.”
“Yes. I need to fuck you from my system.” His brows slide up his forehead as his eyes dance with mischief.
“You’re a charmer. Just what every girl wants to hear,” I mumble. I see his mouth fighting a smirk, and he shakes his head.
“Where do you live?” he asks.
“Nope. You want to fuck? You’re getting a hotel room. You are not welcome in my home.”
“Who is welcome in your home?”
I turn to him. “My husband. If I’m lucky enough to get married.”
“You want to be married?” He glances my way again as he changes lanes.
“Yes, when I’ve done all the things I want to do.”
“And what all do you want to do?”
“Whatever the fuck I want.” My hand falls to my lap as the car slows, and he pulls up in front of the Four Seasons. He hands the keys to the valet as he gets out. My door is opened, and the valet nods to me as I slide out. Zuko waits for me on the sidewalk as I stroll around to meet him. He steps up to the registration desk and hands them another black card, and we are told a room number.
I wonder what sex with him includes.
Will he be rough?
And why the fuck did I agree to any of this?
How stupid am I?
Oh, that’s right, I’m horny. And my vibrator just isn’t cutting it the way it has for the last few years. I need the heat of a body.
A hot body.
The elevator dings, announcing its arrival, and we both get in it. Neither of us says anything, but I can feel his eyes all over me. Tracing my body and waiting for me to turn to look back at him. I focus on the floor indicator, and when it comes to ours, I don’t move. His hand finds my lower back, and he leans over my shoulder, his breath tickling my ear.
“Step out.”
My feet move at his command, his hand hot on my lower back as I go.
“Where did that confidence go?” he whispers into my ear, his front hitting my back as he urges me closer to the door.
I’m not sure where it went—out the front door is all I can think of because I am a confident person, sassy, ruthless, and independent. But this man makes me feel vulnerable. And weirdly, sexy too. I’m not going to lie, it’s a nice change to not be the one in control. It’s heady and a huge turn on.