Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
If I spotted her on the street, I think I would follow her like a lost dog until she took me home. Her voice, striking green eyes, and dark hair already have me panting. Even now, the way she’s dressed, I’m thinking how easy it would be for me to push up her tight skirt and have my way with her. She’d bring home a street dog and I’d act like one.
Would she keep the heels on if I asked her to? The image of them wrapped around me as I bury myself in her has my body shaking with desire.
I blink a few times and clear my throat. Why am I here, again? This woman has me crazy with lust, which is something that’s never happened to me before. My work always comes first, but right now I can’t even tell you what my job title is.
She slips her hand from mine, and I immediately dislike not having it anymore.
“I’ve got a few more questions about the time you spent with Brad Chalmers. Would you mind?”
“I’m sorry, but I already told you everything there is to tell.” She bites her lip and then looks up at me. “But you can still go ahead and ask if you want.” She looks around the room as if she’s just now realizing she doesn’t have an extra chair for me to sit down.
“How well did you know him?” I ask as I sit down on the edge of her desk, with her standing in front of me. In this position we’re almost eye level.
I spread my knees apart, and she’s standing in between them. I have this urge to pull her closer and press her body to mine, but I fight against it.
“Um, like I said before, yesterday was the first day I met Brad. It was a blind date. We were talking and he was telling me about his job as chief of staff. It seemed really boring, if I’m honest. I wasn’t having a great time.” She shrugs, and I like that she didn’t want him. “I was pretty sure we wouldn’t be a good match. He seemed like a nice enough person, I guess, but there was nothing there. I never felt a click or a spark or whatever you’d call it.”
When she looks up at me through her lashes, I can’t help but think I can feel a hell of a click right now. And the fucking spark that’s charging between us could set this place on fire.
Even with her saying she wasn't into him, I can feel the jealousy creeping up the back of my neck. She went out with another man, and I don’t like it. I try to shake it off, but it’s still annoying me.
“Yeah. I know what you mean.” Because it’s happening right fucking now. “Go on.”
“What else is there to tell?”
She stares at me, and I see her fidget with her fingers. Is she hiding something? I look at her full lips and wonder if they’re as soft as they feel. Would they open when I kissed her? Would they stretch around my cock? Would she bite them when I put my mouth between her legs?
I have to clear my throat again to stop the building desire. “Tell me everything you can remember. Everything is important. What food was ordered, the people who served you, what he had to drink. I’m really needing details.”
“Why do you want to know all this?” she asks as she crosses her arms.
It draws my eyes to her tits, which are pushed tights against the deep red material. Would she taste like sweet flowers there?
I try and push past my need for her and figure out whether I can trust her with my hunches. But at this point, I want to lay her down across this desk and fuck a baby into her, so I’m going to have to trust her.
“I am looking at every minute detail because I don’t think he’s dead,” I admit. For some reason I don’t want to lie to her, and I want her to trust me, too.
Her bright green eyes meet mine and she raises her eyebrows in surprise. “What makes you think that?”
“Here’s the thing, he wasn’t really chief of staff to The Leader. His real job was something very different.”
Her eyes widen with interest. “Tell me.”
“He was the Regime’s top Insurgent Hunter,” I say, unable to deny her what she wants.
“What?” she whispers and pales a little.
“He was their most skilled when it came to weapons. He never missed, and I don’t believe he would ever let a target shoot first. There’s just no way. So, I want to know if he was acting strange toward the end. Like, maybe if all this was staged as a way to escape.”