Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
What the hell happened to him?
I can’t very well leave him here alone, so I plop down on the couch on the far wall, setting an alarm early enough to get me out of here before people begin to arrive in the morning.
I won’t leave him here drunk and alone. It isn’t safe.
He might’ve been a world-class ass, but I’d never leave someone in this shape. I close my eyes, willing myself to get a few hours of shut-eye on this lumpy couch, but I know it’ll never happen.
As soon as my eyes close, I’m assaulted with the memory of earlier. His hands roamed my body. His mouth moved over mine. It was incredible.
It was stupid.
How in the hell do I deal with this?
14
Charles
Her warm kisses are my first thought as I come to the next day.
My head is reeling at the memory of being so close to Raven again. The blind need I had for her. The way her body molded to mine. Passion I hadn’t felt in years taking over as we kissed.
The way she cared for me afterward.
What the fuck had I been thinking? Raven Bennett is turning out to be my kryptonite.
My employee is off-limits for so many reasons.
I had no business acting the way I did. Drunk or not. The things I said . . .
I’m a prick of epic proportions.
My heart had practically skipped a beat when I’d seen her in the meeting room that first day, quickly chased away by anger and all the questions percolating on why she was there.
The past had snuck up on me like a snake in the grass, shadows from what Tabitha had done falling over the situation and tainting the very air we shared. My first thought was that Raven had infiltrated Cavendish Group to try her hand at pulling me under. Just like Tabitha had.
None of that fucking matters.
Good news is Raven can’t break my heart because it was broken years ago.
Funny enough, it wasn’t even what Tabitha had done to me that broke me. I could get over that. People move on and deceive you.
No, the one who shattered what remained after Mum’s death was my father.
His actions alone.
He was the only family I had left, and that bond should have been stronger.
None of this has to do with Raven at all.
And Raven isn’t a snake like that slag of a woman now married to Father. He deserves all the pain she can offer him.
Shelby had hired her, not me, and according to her paperwork, it was long before that night at Silver. I’ve gone through everything, looking for a reason to terminate her, but I haven’t found anything.
All I see is a talented woman who was hired because she’d done a damn good job at her prior internships. Internships that were more impressive than most of the positions the current applicants for the Diosa account manager position held.
Raven showed more potential on her first day than some of the other Cavendish employees have shown after being with the company for years.
The way she’d had the nerve to put up her hand and have her say—despite being in a room full of executives—only impressed me more. If she’d been someone other than the woman from Silver, I’d have promoted her there and then to account manager of Diosa.
She reminds me a lot of myself. Determined. Confident. I like her spunk, and I have a feeling she’ll work her way up in the company very quickly without seducing the owner.
This morning, I reviewed her campaign plan, and I have to say, it’s incredible. The amount of time and creativity that went into this is something I haven’t seen from any of my senior account managers here or abroad. Ever.
Raven Bennett is perfect for the position in more ways than one. And I’ve screwed it up by not keeping my hands off her. I didn’t realize her effect on me until I pressed our bodies together last night. Her hold on my mind has taken over my body, and I don’t know what I’ll do without her warmth again. She’s becoming the only sunshine in my life.
I’m so fucked.
When I’m not mired in the London drama, the clients, or what is causing us to lose potential customers, I can’t stop thinking about Raven.
She’s utterly distracting. My dreams are filled with thoughts of what she must look like naked across my bed. How would it feel like to glide inside her, nothing separating us, just feeling the passion from her body enveloping my rock hard . . .
“Hellooooo. Charlie,” Shelby calls, waving her hands in front of my face. “Are you even listening to me?”
I blink several times. I didn’t even realize she was standing there, and based on her glare, she is not pleased.
“I’m sorry. What?”
“You can’t be serious,” she snaps. “You heard none of that?”