Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Are you okay over there?” The woman beside me stops what was about to be a full-blown fantasy that had the potential to come to life.
“I am. I assumed you fell asleep.” The ride to her place isn’t long in terms of mileage; it’s the traffic in New York that slows you down. A problem I usually have, especially when I’m heading into the office on any given day. Tonight, that isn’t the case. We’ll be making it to her place entirely too fast for my liking.
“Nope, just resting my eyes. The last two hours have gotten to me, not to mention today has been a day of non-stop going. I’ll be glad when I’m in my bed, the blackout curtains closed as I sleep my Sunday away.” Just when I thought I could get my semi-hard cock to calm down, she has to involve a bed. I don’t respond, watching as she lifts her head, hands doing what I only wished mine were doing only moments ago as her delicate fingers pluck the pins out, one by one as the chocolate strands fall down, the soft curls blocking my view from her tight pebbled nipples now.
“I didn’t realize you were the one running the charity event tonight. Congratulations. I’m told it did amazing and that all the proceeds go towards the organization.” I recall Ezra nearly biting my head off with my pessimistic attitude towards tonight. It’s why I’m usually the last one they’ll have do press events or a charity event. The last thing we need is negative publicity, and my penchant for calling it like it is isn’t always welcome.
“Thank you. I can’t take all the credit. My mother is the ringleader, along with many others. The date portion was my idea, though.” The blush I saw earlier tonight tinges her cheeks once again.
“I’d say it was successful. There were plenty of open wallets at the ready.” There was no way I was going to let Vanessa be taken advantage of by some old stodgy fucker. The thought of her on a date with the other bidder has me clenching my fists.
“Well, judging by my numbers, next year, we’ll know what to do more and less of. I’m afraid spa vacations as well as artwork are going to be out of the picture.” She puts the pins from her hair into her bag, probably the biggest one a woman could choose without it being called luggage.
“A travesty among women and men, I’m sure.” The tone in my voice is sarcastic. Spending money on art that will one day become valuable isn’t my idea of smart spending; it’s more of a gamble. Unless, of course, it’s a piece that already holds value.
“A pity, really,” she plays into my words, a smirk on her face. My hand that was fisted has loosened. We both have turned toward each other, and I can feel the warmth radiating off her body.
“Hmm.” My finger glides along the flesh of her leg, unable to resist the alluring temptation. I watch her eyes the entire time, reading her body language to see if I’m taking things too far too soon.
“Parker.” There’s soft subtle tone to her voice, one I’m going to want to hear in more than one way. I stop myself from traveling further up her thigh. That doesn’t mean I’m blind. The way her slit is hiked to her hip, I’d bet another hundred thousand she’s bare beneath the white fabric of her dress.
“Ahem, Mister Hudson. We’ve arrived at our destination.” We’re interrupted by the driver, probably for the better, too. I’m not sure I would have stopped, unless Vanessa wasn’t game that is.
“Thank you. I’m going to walk Miss Taylor up. I’ll call you when I’m making my way back.” Unnecessary parking tickets billed to the company is not a discussion I’d like to have brought up during our next meeting.
“Will do.” I open the door and slide out, hand at the ready for Vanessa’s. I want to soak up the last of her presence for as long as I can, not knowing which of the fifty some odd stories she lives on.
“You don’t have to walk me up. There’s an attendant,” she tells. As soon as I have her next to me, my hand is going to her lower back.
“Then I’ll walk you inside. Hold on a moment, please.” Our car is still idling at the curb. I open the door once again. “I won’t be long after all.” I’m sure the driver can hear the annoyance in my tone that plans have changed.
“Of course, Mister Hudson,” he replies, ever the professional. I back out of the car, take my place beside Nessa, hand going to her lower back once again, and guide her to the apartment lobby all the while trying to figure out a way to stretch this night out further.