Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“Who says they aren’t soaked already?” Jess says.
And with it, my fate is sealed.
Forever chasing this damned angel.
4
JESS
“So, what’s this business about Mr. Tweed running to Daddy?” The beast takes a seat where Martin was a moment ago. I’m surprised it hasn’t crumbled under the sheer size of him.
“Your first time seeing the other side of this politically driven coin?” I ease back in my chair, scanning his face. “It’s a woman’s lot, sad as it is to admit. While you titans of industry run the world, we’re shadowed by obscurity and tasked with ensuring the deal goes through.”
“Don’t lump me in with them.” He flexes his massive arm as his hand waves over the crowd. “I’d take it as a massive insult.”
There’s something different about this one. He isn’t speaking just to impress me. Almost as if he truly believes he’s different from them.
“Then tell me, Mr. Whitaker, if you’re not with them, then who?” I raise a brow but lean in close as his fake appall vanishes with a charming smile.
“Myself,” he answers. “And please, call me Romeo.”
“Does that make me your Juliet, then?” I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyes instinctively follow them.
They linger a lot longer than my motion. Glued between my breasts with a lustful intensity that spikes hairs on the back of my neck, and a tantalizing shiver rolls down my spine. My body jerks at the chill, almost as if on purpose, to make my tits bounce for his viewing pleasure.
Romeo meets my eyes again. “Could be, but it means you’ll have to take a leap of faith with me.”
“By drinking the poison?” I raise a brow.
“Woah.” Romeo leans back in his chair, raising his hands as if mortified at what I just said. “Spoiler warning. I haven’t reached the end of the book.”
“Play,” I correct. “And it’s three-hundred-and-fifty years old. You had your chance, pal.” He chuckles, and I giggle, but curiosity gets the best of me. “Why should I call you Romeo, then?”
“Because it’s my name?” he states as if it’s obvious.
If it wasn’t before, it’s easy for my mind to run away with horrible thoughts now. A fake name to get through the door, chasing away my fiancé—no matter if I like him or not—and doting on me like I’m a princess makes me wonder about his intentions.
“Fake names and ill-advised meetings. What kind of game are you playing, exactly?” The only way to find out is by asking him straight.
“One I’m quickly realizing I shouldn’t be sharing with a stranger in a room full of the enemy.” His golden orbs sink to my cherry-red lips. Like my breasts, he can’t turn away from them, as if his next move is to lean over and kiss me.
I want him to. Hell, I want every damned thing he’s said so far. Get to know him over pillow talk. Allow him to ravish me and leave me a sputtering mess, too busy screaming his name to remember my own.
I’d even settle for a touch from his rough, scarred hands.
“Come now, it’s too late to second guess yourself.”
“Never have and never will,” he says. “Why do you think I’m here instead of bankrupting the owner of this place at the open bar? Only one way I’m getting a taste of you tonight is by putting in the work.”
My cheeks are starting to ache from all the smiles Romeo forces on my face. Coupled with the intense heat cooking my flesh, I’m sure the effects will be lasting.
“A taste, huh?” I want it to come out witty and charming, the same way Romeo speaks. It doesn’t. I sound nervous, with syllables of excitement strewn among it.
Who can blame me? This isn’t my first rodeo, but it is with someone like Romeo. The others have all been terrified of me. Too scared to take a real chance, lest they wish the might of William Mayfair’s unholy wrath to befall them.
That must be why I’m drawn to Romeo. He doesn’t care about what might happen as long as he gets some time with me.
“Everything I need right between your legs.” He swallows hard. “A feast of flesh mixed with water more intoxicating than the watered down on offer. I’m salivating just thinking about it.”
Romeo’s nonchalant in his vulgarity, yet every word seems precisely chosen to drive me crazy.
Which is why I need to get out of here. I’m already in for a long lecture about how much of a disappointment I am. If I waste any more time with this beast, who knows what horrid fate Father will have in store for me?
Or worse. Father isn’t the kind of man to take these transgressions lightly. Sneaking into the party is one thing, but outright disrespecting Father’s handpicked match for me is going to leave Romeo in a ditch with a bullet in his head.