Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Lace. Lace fucking panties. I could give her a pearl necklace to match those and not the kind she has on now…
I shake her image from my thoughts for the hundredth time.
The body she hides beneath her clothes is deadly. She’s a knockout. And the image won’t leave my fucking mind no matter how many times I force it from it.
“I’m nervous,” she announces, getting my attention for a whole other reason.
She’s clenching her hands together and my shoulders stiffen.
I flit my eyes to Sebastian, who is driving for a change, and catch his eyes on her in the rearview.
“Why?” I ask, frowning. My gut coils with its own nerves of what she’s going to say. I take her hand and give it a squeeze before releasing it.
“I’m going to break things off with William.” She sighs and shifts in her seat next to mine.
We’re used to her talking about her life with us. We’re the people she sees the most of, so she’s adapted and become open with some of us. Mainly Leo, who treats her like she’s a breakable fucking doll, and me who just treats her like she’s human. I think she’d surprise everyone just how unbreakable she is.
I’m so fucking relieved at her words. I had this image of her marrying that cocksucker.
“He’s wrong for you anyway,” I tell her boldly, ignoring the tightening of Sebastian’s jaw.
Usually, I just listen to her and not actually intervene, but William doesn’t deserve her. He treats her like she’s an accessory. He only wants to take her out when it’s a photo op for him. He’s too much like her father. Clove needs a man who’s devoted to her. She’s a fucking catch, yet to this political bastard she’s just a means to an end. He’s trying to use her father’s influence and fame for his own gain.
No one actually looks past her last name to see the woman standing right there before them. She’s bright, beyond beautiful, and caring. Funny and sweet. Determined and focused.
“You really think that?” she whispers after a silent pause. For a moment, I worry I said that shit out loud, but then remember we were discussing William.
“I do. You deserve someone who demands your time. Who will go to the ends of the earth to make sure you’re happy and satisfied.” I nod. Her eyes grow wide at the mention of satisfied and it sends a flurry of visions through my head of being the one to satisfy her.
“We’re here,” Sebastian announces. I unbuckle both our seat belts and slip out of the car.
Sebastian is already out and at her door before I can get to it.
“You stay outside. I’ll go in with her,” he grunts.
With a nod, I check the streets and then take a stance outside the entrance to William’s office building.
Fidgeting, I wring my hands together as the elevator climbs the building. Why is it so damn hot in here? Sebastian and I are the only two people inside the tin can and his pure size and closeness has me forgetting my nerves and instead the excitement in my stomach is back.
It’s like my body has woken up after a long sleep. I sense every part of him in here with me. The rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the trickle of sweat beading on his forehead, his hand accidently brushing the fabric of my clothes, his breath dispersing over my face as he looks down at me, the muscles flexing in his jaw. I’m going to combust.
Sebastian is in his early thirties, but it doesn’t stop a heat that begins to flame up my neck with him this close. He’s tall, well over six feet. Broad shoulders. Piercing blue eyes and the blackest hair that looks like spilled ink. The fierce glint that always flickers in his gaze reminds me of a vampire again, but it’s me who is thirsty in here, not him.
I’ve watched too many movies. My imagination likes to go crazy from time to time. Imagine if he really were a vampire and he bit me in other places?
“You’re looking flustered,” he suddenly says and my eyes widen.
“I…erm.” My tongue feels too big for my mouth.
A small tug of his lips and then he adds, “He will be fine. Besides, I’ll be right outside if you need me.” The elevator jolts to a stop and the door dings open.
“Thanks,” I croak, moving as fast as possible out of the enclosed space.
I walk straight down the corridor and past Mary, William’s secretary. She starts to stand, her hand waving in protest as she almost falls from behind her desk to reach me, but Sebastian stands in her way, blocking her approach.
“He’s expecting me, Mary,” I call around his large frame.
“I still need to announce you,” she argues, but it’s muted by the thickness of Sebastian’s body between us.