Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Inside the walk-in closet seemed more like Graham J. Morgan. Suits lined one side, mostly dark. An obscene amount of dress shirts lined the other. Everything was neat and organized.
Boring.
I walked back into the bedroom, my eyes falling immediately back on the nightstand. The damn thing was haunting me. “Maybe just one peek.” I stroked Blackie, who was still in my arms. He purred at me. Dogs purr? A purr would be the human equivalent to a yes, wouldn’t it?
Just one little peek…I won’t even move anything.
Walking to the drawer, I slid it open with my pointer finger. Inside was a black velvet satchel, a clear bottle of something that could be lubricant—although the label was facing down, and an unopened box of condoms.
Okay…so maybe I needed to move one or two things.
“You think there’s something good in that bag, buddy?” I was speaking to Blackie again.
But it wasn’t Blackie that answered.
“I know there’s something good in that bag.” Graham’s deep voice scared the shit out of me. I jumped, my arms jerking upward sent Blackie sailing into the air. Luckily, he landed on the bed right side up.
“You scared the hell out of me.” My hand clutched at my chest.
Graham stood in the doorway leaning casually against one side. “You were so engrossed in your snooping, that you didn’t hear me come in.”
“I wasn’t snooping.”
Graham arched an eyebrow.
“I wasn’t.”
“So I must have left the drawer wide open this morning?”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Guess so.”
He chuckled and walked to the table, sliding the drawer closed. “Well, if I left it open this morning and you weren’t snooping, then you probably don’t want to know what’s in the bag.”
“Not in the least.”
“Shame.”
“Why? What’s in the bag?”
“Kiss me.”
“Will you tell me what’s in the bag?”
He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’ll show you what’s in the bag. Now greet me properly.”
I rolled my eyes as if it wasn’t something I wanted to do every time I looked at his ridiculously handsome face. Then I planted a chaste kiss on his lips. But before I could pull away, he had a handful of my hair in his hand and didn’t let go until he kissed me properly.
“Wouldn’t have taken you for a snooper,” he mumbled against my lips.
I pulled my head back and looked at him. “I’m not usually. But I can’t figure you out.”
“What’s there to figure out?”
“Slapstick comedy or Civil War flicks? The same type of person doesn’t usually have both.”
Graham looked amused. “I like both.”
“What’s with the three quarts of Nesquik? Strawberry, too.”
“I like it.”
“Obviously.”
“And so does Blackie.”
“You feed your dog Quik?”
“I do.”
“See…that’s the thing. Mr. Big Prick doesn’t have a cute little dog, and he definitely doesn’t share strawberry milk with it.”
“Maybe I’m not Mr. Big Prick like you think.” He slid my hand down to his crotch. “Maybe I just have a big prick, but I’m not really the prick you imagine.”
“What’s your secretary’s name?”
“Elaine.”
“Eliza. She just told it to you this morning. I was there.”
“I’m busy. It’s hard to find a good secretary to stay very long.”
“Only when you’re a big prick.”
“So maybe I am a big prick. But I’m not to you, am I?”
I sighed. “So what’s in the bag already?”
“What if I told you it was rope because I wanted to tie you up?”
I thought about it for a second, then shrugged. “I think I could get into that.”
He blew out a frustrated whoosh of air. “Damn. I should have bought rope.”
“That would entail a trip to the hardware store. I’m guessing you’re not a big DIY yourself kind of guy and don’t even know where one is.”
“How about one of those sex toy balls that strap around your face, so you can’t talk. What if I told you that was in the bag, big mouth?”
“A ball gag?”
“You knew what I was talking about fast enough.”
I leaned in and whispered, “I have Caddyshack, Happy Gilmore, and Anchorman, too. But instead of boring Civil War movies, I might have a few movies in a different genre.”
He groaned. “Are you telling me you have a porn stash?”
“Maybe.”
“You couldn’t be more perfect if I’d made you myself.”
“Thought you didn’t like my wiseass mouth?”
“Your wiseass mouth makes me hard, and later I’m going to fuck that mouth. You’re right, I don’t know where the damn hardware store is, but I’m resourceful, and I’m sure I can find something to secure your arms and legs while I have at it.”
He was only teasing, but listening to him talk about tying me up had me aroused, and Graham saw it on my face. “Fuck, Soraya.”
“Yes. Please.”
That was all he needed. It wasn’t until hours later that I finally learned what was inside the bag—the lingerie he had bought at Bergdorf’s the afternoon he went to pay for my dress for the gala. I didn’t get to wear it that night, but I did get a promise from Graham that the drawer would be filled with more interesting things for my next snooping session.