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)
Raven.
The reply is immediate.
Hello Raven,
Yes, this afternoon suits me. I’m working late tonight, so come in whenever you are free.
Sincerely,
Mr. Cavendish
I smirk, knowing it probably pained him to write that signature. I’m giddy at being able to spend some time alone with him. We’ll be at the office, so we can’t do anything, per my own rules, but at least we can talk and simply be in each other’s presence.
I wait until every person has left the building. Then I make my way over to Charles’s office.
“Mr. Cavendish, sir. I’m here for our meeting,” I say, grinning.
He laughs. “Come in, shut the door, and lock it.”
I do as instructed, and two hands grab me by the waist and spin me around. We’re chest to chest.
“What is this really about?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” I say innocently, batting my eyelashes.
“Well, you waited until everyone had left the building . . .”
“They have?” I say, feigning ignorance. “Wow, it’s later than I thought. I hope you don’t mind me taking up your time?”
“You’re playing games, Miss Bennett.” He grins down at me. “I approve.”
I lean up on my toes and place a kiss on his mouth. He immediately pulls me tightly against his chest and kisses me with fervor. I feel his impressive length harden, and my core clenches with need, but I force myself to pull away from him.
“No more of that,” I whisper. “We’re at the office.” I bite my bottom lip.
“You are such a tease,” he quips, moving a piece of hair behind my ear.
I laugh. “And you’re not?”
“I’m a lot of things, love. But a tease?” He scoffs. “I think not.”
“Then what would you call yourself, Mr. Cavendish?”
His lips purse, and his eyes narrow in on me. “First of all, I thought we established that behind closed doors, I’m Charles.”
He runs his hand through my hair, and I lean into his touch.
“Hmm,” I say dreamily. “Charles.” His name rolls off my tongue, and his eyes darken. “What else?”
“Aside from that?” He jabs his tongue into his cheek. “A desperate man.”
“Desperate,” I faux gasp. “Surely, you’re not desperate for a woman.”
“Yes. I am,” he says in the most serious tone I’ve heard in a while. “The truth is that I’ve never met anyone I’ve connected with on more than a sexual level. You’re the only woman who has ever challenged me. That makes me desperate for you.”
“That sounds horrible.” I place my hand on his cheek.
He frowns. “I’d like to know where you stand on all of this. You do not seem as distressed as I am.”
My teeth grip my bottom lip as I squint one eye in concentration. “Our current location makes it difficult for sure.”
“That was your rule,” he growls.
I tip my head to the side, eyes roaming his body with hunger. “I might just give in.”
“Is that right?” His eyes brighten. “What do I need to do, love? Tell me, and it’s yours.”
I can feel my heart rate increase. “Hmm. Let me think about that,” I tease.
Charles smiles and I walk to his side of the desk, motioning for him to join me. When he’s seated, I sit on his lap and look at him.
“Raven,” he warns. “I’ll respect your wishes, but if you continue to toy with me, I can’t be held responsible if I snap.”
“A little snapping never hurt anyone.”
I throw my arms around his neck, crashing my lips to his. I moan at the feel of his tongue against mine. His hand caresses my breasts through my blouse, and I’m aching for more. He never pushes things further, respecting my decision.
I’m not sure whether to scream or beg, but I’m about to do both.
He pulls away just for a moment. “I know what you want, but not here, love.”
I groan, knowing I’ve taken this game further than I should’ve. We’re in the office, and I haven’t changed my mind about messing around here where anyone could catch us. It’s just that I lose my mind when he’s this close.
“You’re right. We can’t, but it’s not that I don’t want to.”
His head falls back on his shoulders as he blows out a harsh breath. “But it’s the office, and we should keep this private.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
He waves off my next words. “Please don’t apologize. I was in it with you.”
“I wish we didn’t have to hide this.”
“Me, too,” he says.
“I don’t want people in the office to think I got this job because of it.”
“I understand. And I agree with you.”
My mind drifts to unpleasant possibilities, and as much as I don’t want to darken the mood, I think it’s past time we discuss what happens if things go south.
“Charles, if things don’t work out, we need to agree to end it on mutual terms. We both need to promise we won’t let it affect our work relationship.”