Never Saw You Coming Read Online S.L. Scott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
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“I should get dressed.” I start backing out, but he asks, “Would you like to brush your teeth?”

That’s an offer I can’t refuse. “I’d love to.”

He squats down and digs through the cabinet under the sink. I use the time to brazenly look at him again. Out of all the people in New York City, how did I end up with this man being my hero?

Luckiest damsel in distress ever.

He sets a toothbrush and paste on the counter, then moves to the door, and says, “I’m going to get dressed in my office if you can give me a few minutes.”

“Of course.”

As soon as he shuts the door, I look around. There’s no closet in here, so I guess I just got lucky again in choosing door number one. I brush my teeth and rinse. I'm not sure how I did it, but I kept my shirt clean. The wet spots have already faded. Though the steam in here has made my hair a bit frizzier.

I hang out for a few extra minutes, then knock on the door. It’s pushed open, and he greets me with a smile that makes me feel like I just made his day. The golds of his eyes brighten, and the shadow of stubble dusting his jaw tempts me to jump him. What? Not jump. Kiss?

God, I’m hopeless. “I brought your briefcase.” I walk into the office, swinging my hands about.

“I see that. Thank you.”

I stop in the middle of the room. “You have meetings.”

“I do.”

The door opens, and a woman says, “The Bakers—” Her eyes land on me, and the questions that fill her expression are on display. “I didn’t know you had a guest.”

After closing the bathroom door, Loch moves behind his desk. “Yes, well. Ms. Wes—Tuesday brought me my briefcase.” He doesn’t sit. “Tuesday, this is Leisa. Leisa, this is my. . .” He hits another stumbling block. The pause seems to make us all uncomfortable by how we all shift.

She says, “It’s nice to meet you, Tuesday.” Her gaze returns to Loch. “Mr. Baker and his attorneys have been shown to conference room two.”

“Thank you,” he replies, looking down.

As soon as the door closes, he says, “I’m sorry. I’m usually quicker on my feet. I didn’t want to—”

“No explanation needed. I don’t know what we are to each other either.”

The lightness his lips held straightens into a flat line. “I was going to say I didn’t want to overstep a line by calling you my date or disregard how much I enjoyed last night by calling you a friend.”

“Oh, um . . . yes, I understand. I guess we left her to fill in the blanks.” I laugh behind my hand. “I’m sure that will go over well.”

His grin returns. “I’m sure I’ll hear all about it later.”

I enjoy his company too much to leave, but I know I should. “Mr. Baker and his attorneys . . .”

“Yes, they’re waiting.”

I walk to the door. With the knob in hand, I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “Would you like to go out tonight?” I rock my head back and forth, feeling much better, and wave my hand. “And when I say that, it means you also have to pay for everything.”

A chuckle rips through him. “In that case, how can I say no?”

I pull the door open, but before I go, I add, “You have my number.”

Smirking, he watches me with those eyes that could seduce the panties right off me, and then replies, “I sure do.”

12

Tuesday

I don’t know what’s come over me.

Correction. I know exactly what’s come over me. Loch Westcott. Naked.

Yep. That will do it.

I should be mature about this. I’ve never been jealous of water before, but ever since I saw him in that shower, I am. I mean, what the hell? How does he look like that? Who knew he was hiding that body under that suit? Well, I think anyone can tell he’s fit. But built like that? What I saw in the shower, that was unexpected.

I thought he was working all the time? I think, in fact, he’s working out instead. He has to be. There’s no way he can look that good without putting in some serious effort. I’ll give him credit where credit is due. He is incredible.

Ugh. This is all wrong. He’s more than a wet, so very hard, and lickable body.

He’s also incredibly generous and kind, supportive, and so interesting.

There. That should cover the bases and hopefully save me from going to hell for thinking about his body in the most sinful of ways.

I cover my face with my hands. Oh goodness. I’m definitely going to hell for these dirty thoughts.

“You doing okay back there?” Brady asks.

Getting caught up in my thoughts had me forgetting where I was. My face flushes as humiliation runs rampant through my veins. “Fine,” I reply with a squeak to my voice.


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