Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Then Raven informed me that the girl in question was being sexually harassed by fucking Walter Smith, the king of inappropriate shit, and I wholeheartedly agreed with the decision to hire her. Fucking hell.
Rage courses through me as I realize my adorable little hellcat is the woman Walter-Fucking-Can’t-Keep-His-Shit-In-His-Pants Smith was harassing. That motherfucker is going to get my foot up his ass for this stupid stunt. No one causes my girl a moment of pain without feeling my wrath.
I’m so busy attempting to corral my racing thoughts that I don’t respond for several moments, and my little hellcat decides to fill the uncomfortable silence. “I assume you’re Falcon.” My sassy soulmate blows a piece of hair out of her face and stares at me with a raised eyebrow.
Fuck me. Soulmate? My goddamn brother and his romantic nonsense are rubbing off on me. I pause, waiting for terror to run through my soul, but nothing happens. Not a goddamn thing. My heart and soul are too busy drooling over my curvy little hellcat. Her glare could peel paint. Wow. So, that’s what it feels like to get your ass handed to you. I’m not going to lie; I don’t mind it at all since it’s my gorgeous soulmate doing the handing. Before things get out of control and I end up giving into my bondage fantasies, I pull my head out of my ass and hold out my hand to her. “That’s right. I’m Falcon Knightley. Nice to meet you, Harper.”
When she reaches for my hand, the sheet slips a little, giving me a peek at her luscious, pink-tipped tit, and my cock hardens painfully while electricity soars up my spine at the feeling of her soft skin against mine. I shake my head, thinking, Well played, Fate. I need to get the fuck away from her before I screw this shit up completely. “I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight, then we can figure all this out tomorrow.” I reach for the discarded towel and wrap it around my hips. “Sorry I disturbed you.” The words sound lame, but they’re all I can come up with right now.
As I lie down in the small, cold guest bed, a thought blasts through my fucking mind, bringing my little house of cards tumbling down around me. Fate just shit in my Cheerios. There’s no way I can make a move on an employee. In a matter of seconds, I found my forever, but then the fucking universe stole her right back and imploded my whole fucking world around me.
My usually pretty agile mind shuts down and I have no idea how to handle this situation. But I do know that after a past secretary falsely accused me of harassing her years ago, I learned my fucking lesson when it comes to employees—I don’t do anything that could be in any way construed as personal. I don’t mess around with office romances. Period.
I’m so goddamn fucked.
After convincing Harper that she was safe with me, I ended up spending a sleepless night in the goddamn guestroom. I woke up extra early and rushed through a shower, but she still manages to sneak out before I get the chance to talk to her again.
Like a lovesick moron, I walk straight to the front desk, hoping to get a little peek at my hellcat. My heart drops when I walk past the empty desk. Fear cuts through my soul, and I worry that I scared Harper off with that bullshit last night. Surely, she isn’t going to give up such a cushy job over one little mistake.
I walk straight down the hall and push open Hawk’s office door. “Good morning, sunshine.” My asshole older brother smirks when I walk into the room.
“Fuck off, dickhead,” I grumble and pour myself a cup of coffee. This day from hell is only beginning. I’m wondering if I managed to ruin things with Harper before they even began. How in the fuck am I going to manage to work with my soulmate, day in and day out, without making a move on her? And I can’t make a move on her after all she’s been through. Plus, we have rules. No fraternizing with the employees is at the top of the list.
“Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?” Hawk sits back and waits with his hands steepled.
“I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night.” I blame it all on my exhaustion. “After three flight delays, I didn’t get in until early this morning. Then I found my parking space occupied and went upstairs to crash in the penthouse, only to find it already occupied. By the time I got all that shit figured out, it was five-thirty and I just stayed the fuck up.”
Hawk blinks several times, taking in my tirade. “Why didn’t you stay at your own place?” My older brother rubs the back of his neck. “Our new office manager has been staying in the penthouse until we can get her corporate apartment ready.”