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)
Livable? What the hell did I miss?
“The fucking maintenance man figured out that the main vent into the room keeps sticking when the air conditioning turns on, but the dumbass can’t figure out how to keep it from happening.” Hawk explains but I’m barely listening. My mind is currently occupied with thoughts of my little hellcat.
Since I don’t really give a shit about maintenance issues, I zone the fuck out and fantasize about all things my curvy little soulmate could do to me while Hawk and Raven discuss the vault room issues. “It’s got to be three hundred degrees in there.” Raven shudders and pouts. Fucking hell. She’s been using that fucking pout to get her way since she was still in diapers.
Since a little heat isn’t going to melt me, I sigh. “Where can I find the fucking record?” Since the vault room is located around the corner from the front desk and across the hall from my office, I can check out my girl on the way to get Bent’s fucking platinum record. Score. I can escape this insufferable meeting and check out my girl at the same time. “I’ll dig the fucker out for you.”
“You are the bestest brother ever.” Raven gushes and glance over at Hawk in time to see him roll his eyes.
“Whatever.” I ruffle her hair totally losing all the bestest big brother points but it was worth it. “I’ll drop it off in your office.”
“I’m not thanking you again since you decided to screw up my hair.” Raven calls behind me but I ignore my sister.
As I walk by the empty desk, my heart fucking drops to my toes. Where in the hell is Harper?
My mood plummets as I walk over to the plain black wall and press my thumb against the tiny waist high sensor. The heavy door slowly slides open and I step inside the boiling hot room. As I cross the threshold, I suddenly notice the light was already on and realize the whole room must be malfunctioning.
The door swings shut with a quiet click, and I step towards the vault door and see the gorgeous curvy ass I’ve been fantasizing about lately moving from side to side as Harper crawls around in the records vault. Coming to a dead stop, I let my eyes roam over her perfect curves before she realizes I’m here.
“Why are you digging around in there?” I’m curious but not really concerned.
“Oh my god.” She spins and drops to sit on the hard ground. “You scared the heck out of me. Can’t you make a noise or something?” The adorable growl sends every single drop of blood in my body straight to my cock.
“Why are you in here?” I ask again since seeing her fried my brain circuits and it’s the only thing I can come up with.
The air conditioning switches on and cold air blasts throughout the room as my hellcat explains. “Raven asked me to find Bent’s Platinum record.” Motherfucking hell. A suspicion cuts through my muddle thoughts and I walk over to press the button that’s supposed to open the main door. Nothing. I push it three more times to make sure, but nothing happens. My fucking siblings are going to die for this shit.
“Why won’t the door open?” Harper walks up and leans around me to press the black glass button several more times.
“I have no fucking idea.” That’s not exactly true. I suspect Raven and possibly Hawk, too, are trying to force my hand. Motherfucking hell.
This is so not good. I take a deep breath, hoping to control my runaway heart. Claustrophobia mixes with my desire for Falcon Knightley to create an explosive combination. After our first meeting, I knew the only way to keep from losing my heart, along with my job, was to avoid Falcon Knightley as much as possible. My attempts to dodge my hot new boss have been successful until now, but it looks like my luck just ran out. I’m so freaking screwed. What in the world am I going to do?
Jump his bones, my inner hussy pipes in but I ignore her. “Are we trapped in here?” I ask, hoping he’s going to assure me we have a way out. He steps back and I steal a glance at his yummy body. With his jet-black hair, intense dark coffee-colored eyes, and chiseled jawline, my new boss is seriously smoking. Throw in the five o’clock shadow and the black tattoo running up the side of his neck that’s partially hidden by his shirt, and I’m drooling.
“It appears we are.” I blink several times, wondering what he’s talking about. When my mind clears and catches up to the conversation, I groan to myself. That definitely isn’t the answer I was looking for. My temperature skyrockets and I fan myself, trying to think of some way to fix this situation.