Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
In my fantasy, he moves with determination across the back patio, sweeping an arm around my waist and yanking me to his chest. My fingers brush over the rough plains of his face, and this sexy stranger smirks playfully.
The images in my head are wild, so clear I swear I can feel his touch. His lips feather kisses down my neck, rough and gentle in the same breath. He pulls me deeper into his chest, his lips turning feverish.
My body tingles, my nipples stiffen, and my panties are wet. His lips crush mine, his tongue savagely driving into my mouth, licking and exploring. He's feral, 0verpowering me like the man in control he is. And I'm accepting it, taking it, loving it.
Strong, large, firm hands sweep me off my feet. Embracing me like I have no will of my own. And I don't want it. I surrender. I want this man to take me however he wants. His mouth is greedy, his hands are fierce, and his shaft is hard as rock.
The man wraps my legs around his waist, and my skirt bunches up around my hips. He walks us back until my ass hits the sliding glass door. He grunts, driving his lips harder against my mouth as he pulls his dick out and slips it easily into my soaked pussy.
My heart is racing in my chest, beating fast and hard. I can feel my mouth start to water as my mind runs away into this dark and dirty dream. Every nerve is sensitive, from my nipples to my slit.
Stop! No. I'm a professional.
Blinking those dirty thoughts away, I bring myself back to reality. The tenant is still lying down on the lounge chair. He’s completely unaware that I’m standing here, ogling him. He totally unaware that I even exist. Waving a hand in front of my face, I try to cool myself down. My body is hot from head to toe, and I need to bring myself back to earth.
This is crazy. Calm down, Perri. This is work, you’re not just visiting Starbucks and making up fantasies about the new barista. This could be the most important day of my professional life.
Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly and get my mind in the game. This is a new tenant, not some sexual object sent to fuel my dirty, depraved mind.
Shaking my hands at my sides, I force my body to calm down, and my mind to go blank. I have a goal, a mission, and it isn't to fuck the new tenant.
My father would kill me. Shaking my head, I force the thoughts away and steady myself to introduce myself.
Clearing my throat, I take a confident step forward. “Hello,” I say, making my presence known. There's a small waver in my voice, a hidden layer of desire left over from my fantasy.
The man glances at me over his shoulder, large sunglasses covering his face. He pushes up with flat palm against the chair, and his muscles bulge, causing me to suck in a quick a breath.
My heart starts to race as my fantasy begins to replay in my mind. But I push it back, into the far, far recesses of my mind because this isn't some Lifetime movie, it’s reality, and this man is merely a paycheck for my father, and by extension, for me too.
He's not here for me to drool over, to lust for, to give myself to. He's forbidden because I’m a professional, dammit.
“I'm Perri,” I say as I take another step forward and extend my hand. My mouth turns up in a full smile, eager to make a good impression despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Because that's what's important. A first impression is how the person is going to see you from day one. And like my father always says, “If you screw up a first impression, you screw up your reputation. Business is like a locker room, people talk.”
The man raises to his feet and flips his glasses up onto his forehead so I can see his whole face.
Dropping my hand, I stand in shock. I can't breathe. My lungs hurt as they beg for air, but I can't give them what they want.
“Kent?” I ask, squinting my eyes as if they're not working right.
“Perri,” he says smoothly with a big grin. “Glad to see you finally made it.” His smile grows, it's coy, almost brazen with the amount of sarcasm he put in his tone. “Beautiful place you guys got here.” He looks back over his shoulder at the water, then back at me. “I've had quite some time to enjoy this view by myself.”
It's a dig at me being late, and I'm concerned immediately.
This isn't right. Why the hell is he here?
“What are you doing here? Is there electrical work or something that needs to get done before the new tenant arrives?”