Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Gramps hadn’t spoken to me for almost a year. That had been almost ten years ago. Now he was gone and I missed him more than words can say.
Of course the fucker had got his way in the end by leaving me all his worldly possessions. And since I couldn’t just say fuck it and sell off the company he’d worked his whole life to build, I was here now instead of in Europe somewhere on somebody’s racetrack.
I had always known we were well off, I’ve never known need in all my days. But to go from a millionaire to a billionaire overnight isn’t as easy to take in as some may think.
It’s two entirely different playing fields. I never wanted that life, was never really interested in the glitz and glamour and I damn sure wasn’t interested in sitting in some stuffy boardroom or office all day poring over papers and shit, I’d lose my fucking mind within a week.
We had a board of trustees, but the old codger had made it so that I had to remain stateside for at least a year and get involved.
If at the end of that year I still wasn’t interested, then the company and all its holdings will be broken down and sold off. He knew I would never do that, so basically I was trapped.
After settling in though, things weren’t that bad, and if I played my cards right, I might still be able to do both. Maybe not on the same scale as before, but it beat giving up racing altogether.
My body was tense as I sat behind the wheel and maneuvered throughout traffic. I hadn’t been this uncomfortable in the presence of a female since I was twelve and I wondered at the reason for it now.
She sat like a piece of wood in the seat next to me, that damn lip still caught between her teeth as she looked out the window when she wasn’t stealing peeks at me out the side of her eye.
I wonder if she knew what that biting the lip thing meant to a man like me? I doubt it, from what Marion had said, this girl came from the sticks and was probably as green as it was possible to be; then again Marion’s estimations haven’t been so spot on so far.
I should probably start up a conversation, break the ice, but I needed all my concentration to deal with the shit that was going on with me.
I had a niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach that something big was going on here, what that was I couldn’t say, but I know that feeling.
I’ve experienced it before every major win of my racing career, only this time I’m afraid it had something to do with the half frightened girl sitting next to me.
My mind started heading in the wrong direction and I had to catch myself. No way Callan, that’s what my head was saying but my dick had other ideas.
I’ve been hit, by the instant attraction train before, but somehow this felt different. Now wasn’t the time to think about it though, this was something I’d have to take out and reexamine at a later date, when my senses weren’t so full of her.
I took her to a nice little Italian bistro for a bite to eat. She seemed nervous and kept her head down as we sat at the table.
Damn, she was ringing all my bells at this point and so effortlessly too. “What would you like to eat Gabriella?” I lifted the leather bound menu and perused the fare on offer.
I wasn’t really hungry but I figured she needed to eat and knowing Marion, all that would be on offer was sparkling water and lettuce.
The woman starved herself to keep up with the models and starlets that graced the covers of the magazine she worked for.
Besides, I wasn’t quite ready to relinquish her company just yet, but I wasn’t gonna look at the reasons for that too closely right now.
She had another dangerous affectation, dangerous to me anyway. She held her tongue in the crease of her lips as she studied the menu.
I knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose, that it was just something she obviously did naturally, but that just made it worst. “Is it okay if I have a burger?” She finally felt brave enough to look up at me.
I could cry, really. She was just so…fuck; the way she looked over at me as she waited for me to tell her yes or no to a question that the average person would’ve taken for granted had my cock doing hand springs.
“If that’s what you want sweetheart.” It was a wonder my voice remained calm and level. There goes that blush again. She ducked her head again and went back to gnawing on that lip.