Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“We do now,” Elizabeth said.
“What have you been doing all morning?” Farhad asked. “He sent this huge, angry email at like two in the morning. Everybody has been groaning about it.”
“I guess I’ve been too busy having my nasal passages assaulted by Stinky Steve’s aroma. He \tried to touch me with his foot. His fucking Stinky Steve foot,” I said, shuddering all over at the memory.
“You’d think with all the complaints against him, he’d be gone by now. That guy is such a creep.”
Elizabeth gave a sympathetic pressing of the lips, then took a discreet glance toward my desk. “I did notice that. You think maybe it’s just temporary while our King builds his royal chambers to an appropriate size for that huge cock he’s probably hiding?”
“Jesus,” Farhad said, shaking his head in disgust.
“I was actually thinking it’s his ego he’s trying to find space for.”
“Did you see the guys who showed up this morning to meet with him?” Elizabeth asked. “I think you might’ve been in the bathroom, but they’re in his office now. These two gorgeous guys just strolled right through the office and headed in there. Do you think they’re his brothers? And how is it that all the mega hot guys seem to travel in packs? Do they meet up at a convention and figure out a convenient schedule then pair off? Is it a ploy by clothing companies to make us ruin our panties so we have to buy more?”
Farhad gave Elizabeth the dry look to end all dry looks. As usual, she ignored him.
“He doesn’t have brothers,” I said.
“Wait,” Farhad said. “How do you know that?”
I sighed. “I actually had a run-in with this guy a while back, but you can’t tell a soul, okay? I don’t want him to remember me. He already hates me enough after our little chat in his office yesterday. The last thing he needs is more fuel.”
Last night, I met both Farhad and Elizabeth for drinks. I’d told them just about everything that happened after Dominic dragged me out of the meeting. They’d been rapt with attention. Elizabeth suggested I should’ve tried to suck his cock at least a dozen times. I definitely had too many drinks, though, and I was still feeling the dull thump of my hangover between my eyes.
“Okay,” Elizabeth said. “But if you’re going to swear me to juicy secrecy, I need more details. How do you know this guy? Did you two hook up or something? How big was it? It was big, right?”
“Keep it in your pants, Elizabeth,” I said, laughing. “And no. I wrote something for my school newspaper at Columbia.”
“You went to Columbia? What the hell are you doing here?” Farhad asked.
“I didn’t finish,” I said with a sour note. “The piece wasn’t flattering towards our dear leader or his father. His daddy decided to throw his weight around until the academic review board agreed to make a false claim that I’d plagiarized portions of the piece. No amount of indignation or facts mattered. I ended up expelled and the internship I was supposed to get at The Union Coast was canceled. So, yeah. Not only did this fucker screw my life up once, it looks like he’s going to haunt me like some stupid, sexy ghost and keep doing it.”
“Damn,” Elizabeth said. “Maybe you should sleep with him. That would teach him.”
“What would that teach him?” Farhad asked. “And since when are you so obnoxiously horny?”
“I’m always like this.” Elizabeth managed to sound indignant.
“Well, at least I have a date to look forward to tonight,” I said.
“What?” Elizabeth punched my arm hard enough that I had to rub the spot.
I glared at her. “Punches are not punctuation marks, Elizabeth. I don’t know how many times we need to have this conversation. But, yeah, I went on a dating app last night and set something up. I felt like I deserved a little distraction after yesterday.”
“You were drunk as hell when we left. Were you really in the right state of mind to set up a date?”
“Of course I was.”
We all went dead silent when Dominic and his two shadows emerged from the office. They were all tall pictures of perfection. Dominic was the one who looked like he’d poison you and smile if you crossed him. The man to his left had wild, dirty blonde hair and stubble to match. He was a little bigger and had more of the I’ll toss you out a window if you piss me off look. I decided he was the brute. The other man was black haired with sleek features and had a kind of graceful air to him. My first impression was he was the one who would simply laugh it off if you crossed him.
The three of them were quite a sight, and my insides went rigid when I realized they were done talking to the contractor and headed straight toward us.