Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
When Shawn made no contact and refused to call me back even on our anniversary, any guilt I had was quickly dismissed.
If he can check out, then so can I.
“Oh, and you have a visitor,” she says a little too quickly for my liking.
“Who? Don’t I have a meeting in ten minutes?”
“You do, but I think this may take a little longer.”
I put down my compact mirror, eyes slowly widening. “He’s here, isn’t he?”
She nods, wearing a wicked grin. “In all his Zeus-like sexiness.”
Shit.
I exhale heavily and square my shoulders, warning myself that if I don’t remain indifferent to his charms I’ll personally slap myself. “Send him in… but wait!” Amanda turns before reaching the door. “If he hasn’t left in five minutes, interrupt and say I have another important meeting to get to.”
“On it,” she says before exiting. I move things idly around on my desk, fidgeting because I don’t know what else to do with my hands. I catch his cologne before I see him, and I’m suddenly taken aback as to how weak at the knees he makes me and how my clothes smelled of him when I returned home.
“Blythe,” he greets, walking in with yet another stunningly beautiful bouquet of flowers. Amanda’s right on the money. Kane’s always seen in the latest runway suits that somehow seem to meld perfectly to his already-perfect body. There’s simply too much perfect going on for the average woman to cope with. He places the flowers on my desk before gently kissing my cheek. He takes his time, his mouth inching closer to mine each time I see him.
“Kane, yet another surprise… and these flowers are beyond gorgeous, but you don’t have to—”
“There just flowers, Blythe,” he says before taking a seat, one ankle hooked over a knee. “You’ll know when I really spoil you.”
His suggestiveness causes me to choke on my own saliva, my mind wandering to all sorts of dirty things I’m too ashamed to mention. Taking a sip of water, I wipe my sweaty palms on my skirt. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Kane laces his fingers and considers me a moment. “I told you last night that I always get what I want.” When I don’t respond, he continues, “You know you’re the only person for my job. It’s not that there aren’t others just as capable, but the difference is… I want you.”
I swallow hard and he watches the movement.
“I want you, and I’ll do just about anything to have you accept my invitation. And while I can’t take you there, I will try to answer any questions you may have, but obviously some are off-limits.”
I swallow again and nod. He really isn’t going to expose any more of the mystery—at least not the juicy stuff—however, a healthy commission could really be useful right about now.
“Okay,” I start. “What does your business involve?”
“Think of it as a feast for the senses.”
“Can you elaborate?”
“No.”
Okay.
“Operating hours, day or night?”
“Both.”
“Can you give me a basic rundown of what a typical day or night would look like?”
He shakes his head. “Off-limits.”
“Your clientele?”
“Rich, indulgent, hungry.”
“So, a restaurant?”
His lips twitch, a smile glinting from his dark eyes. “Of a kind.”
That would be a no.
“Is it somewhere I would go?”
Kane bites his bottom lip in an attempt to hide his smile. One sexy, long finger gliding rhythmically over his chin. “No.”
How can someone make one simple word like ‘no’ sound so damn sexy?
“But… that could change.”
Heat blushes my cheeks, and I have no idea why because I have no inkling as to what he’s suggesting.
“Let me take you out for dinner,” he says, cutting through my indecent thoughts.
I’m thrown by his invitation because I still want to dive deeper than the superficial into this world he’s so protective over. But dinner with Kane Alexander! As much as I’m tempted, more so because I haven’t had this type of attention for over a year, I’m not prepared to further complicate things. Amanda will be so disappointed in me.
“Kane… I… I’ve got a lot going on at the moment, and—”
“How is Shawn?”
The question is like a slap across the face, and I get the strange feeling he knows more than he’s letting on. Like the answer to his question.
I lean back in my chair, aware I’ve absently been twisting my wedding ring. “Ah... Shawn is doing fine. And, we… are also… fine.”
Kane sees right through my lies but keeps his thoughts on the issue to himself. Instead, he leans forward, his voice a gravelly, thigh-clenching tune. “Blythe, some men don’t appreciate what they have. Even when they’re close to losing it, they happily lay waste to it. Other men treat their woman as their queen. They worship, honor. They ensure their wife excels professionally, challenges them spiritually, and leaves her body trembling with endless waves of pleasure until she’s on her weak knees begging for more. That’s how it should be. So, fine shouldn’t cut it for you.” He stands and winks, and I feel my insides flip. “I’ll leave it to you to determine which type of man I am.”