Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I chuckle. She's cute, and I love the way her voice sounds when she's nervous. "Now, as for your employment…"
Tanner looks up. "Oh, yeah, about that…” He glances at his girlfriend. "Blair, Dad said--"
"Tanner," I snap, and he shuts up instantly. I turn my attention back to Blair, and I'm obsessed all over again. The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Blair, you'll be brought on as my photocopy girl. It's a good entry-level job. You start today. Tanner, get her a pass.”
I turn back to my computer, my mind running at a thousand miles a second. I've just hired my son's girlfriend as an assistant. But, I know I can't go back now. Something inside me is screaming that she’s mine, and I can't let her go. I won’t. Tanner be damned. He doesn’t even know how to treat her properly.
"Oh, great!" Blair smiles, and the joy on her face makes my heart slam against my ribcage.
"Well, okay. Great. See you later, Dad," Tanner says, a bit confused, and he leaves.
Which means that it’s just me and Blair now.
I'm not done with her, not yet. Not until I’ve staked my claim. I don’t know what it is that draws me to her on an almost primal frequency, but I’m not in the mood to search for answers. All I know is that beautiful, innocent Blair is about to find out how a real man treats his girl.
She's in my world now, so I just have to show her that here, I am king. And she’ll be my queen. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.
2
BLAIR
I was ready to bolt.
My asshole boyfriend apparently didn’t even think that his dad didn’t want me in here. I asked him repeatedly if he had his father’s approval, and he said yes. The moment we leave this building, I’m breaking up with his sorry ass.
He opens the door, takes me by the arm, and drags me into his father’s office. Great. An absolute gentleman as always. As if hearing every word he said about not wanting me here isn’t embarrassing enough.
Then I see his dad, the man who doesn’t want me, and something sizzles in the air between us so intensely that it takes my breath away, making me clench my thighs reflexively. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and that includes his son.
The moment our eyes met, he might as well have set me on fire.
I've never felt an emotion so strong that it's almost tangible, but now...now I know exactly what it feels like. And it's overwhelming. I can barely breathe. The man in front of me is the definition of ruggedly gorgeous. Tall, dark, and handsome is a cliché, but I think it's perfect for him. Standing around 6’7, his hair is peppered with silver, but it looks incredible on him, and his jaw is chiseled, a perfect match to the rest of his masculine features.
He's wearing a suit, which is no surprise, but the crisp, white shirt is rolled up his forearms, revealing thick, muscular forearms, and I can't help but wonder what they'd feel like around my waist, holding me while he kisses me. I shiver, my heart starting to pound in my chest. This is Tanner's dad? Holy shit. And why am I having dirty thoughts about him? I'm so confused.
The man's gaze is intense and focused, and I have a feeling it's a lot more than his desire to have a few words with me. But before I can analyze him further, Tanner speaks.
"G-good morning, Mr Beckett." I stammer, mentally chiding myself for making such a pathetic first impression. Oh my god, the way he's looking at me! I shift, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
"Dad, this is Blair. My girlfriend. Remember I told you I was bringing her in today for an interview? And Blair, this is my dad, Brian Beckett."
I feel my face get warmer with every minute his eyes are on me. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Beckett."
"Likewise, Miss Blair. Call me Brian," he tells me and holds out his hand.
When his big hands wrap around mine, sparks zip through my belly. The feeling is so overwhelming I almost pull back, but his thumb grazes my knuckles, making me pulse with need.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Beckett."
I'm so frazzled, and I hope he doesn't see me shiver. My brain is trying to work out why my heart is racing and my skin is warm. Way too warm. I've never had a reaction like this to someone, especially not a man, and especially not an older man. It's unnerving.
"Now, as for your employment..."
I look up. Oh, yeah. My stomach sinks, and I'm almost certain that this is when I get kicked out of the building. And fired. Probably both. My boyfriend's dad, who owns a company and is a powerful man, does not have the time to train his son's girlfriend on how to copy documents.