Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I fell in love with you, Seth. Couldn’t help it. You’re pretty damned lovable, especially when you try hard not to be.
Anyway, I know there’s a really high chance this was all a game for you. I understand that—it should have never been anything more. You’re a damn good Dom, but I know that doesn’t mean you are supposed to fall in love with your sub…especially your borrowed sub. I’ll deal with it if this was nothing more than a job for you.
After the mission ends, and we’ve saved the day, I’m gonna disappear—go back home and hang out. If you’re interested in something more, you know where to find me. If you don’t come, I’ll completely understand. Either way, thank you for giving me something I’ve never had before and never thought I’d have the chance to enjoy. Being in love makes me feel giddy. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. I hope you find it one day, even if it isn’t with me.
Forever Yours,
Sweet Tart
I stared at the crisp white paper in front of me. It had the logo of the apartment building emblazoned across the top. I remembered Baker swiping it from the front lobby, laughing like he’d really pulled off the heist of the century.
When had he…
That meant he’d written it…
Oh, fuck. He’d written me this note the night he’d left our penthouse, intending to walk straight into the hands of danger.
He loved me? Two weeks had passed. Two long weeks of me suffering a pain that touched the very core of my soul. Two weeks where he’d thought I wasn’t coming for him. Two fucking weeks.
I snatched up the letter and trotted toward Landon’s office. My heart felt like it might explode. Was he still waiting? Had he given up on me?
I didn’t knock. I stormed straight into his office like I owned the place.
He looked up at me long and hard, and said, “You aren’t quitting on me, Seth. The hurt you’re feeling will pass. I promise. I can’t believe you’ve lived this long without having your heart broken. Consider yourself lucky, most of us have been through it double-digit times by the time we reach our late twenties.”
“I need to take some time off, Landon,” I said, my voice sounding strange because of the excitement I wasn’t even trying to contain.
He closed his laptop and asked, “Why?”
“There’s been a misunderstanding. I need to see Baker. No, it can’t wait, so don’t even suggest it. I’m going home, grabbing a bag, and heading straight to the airport. You’re gonna have to either deal with it or fire me.”
He laughed. “You’re going to see Agent Daley?”
“Damned straight, I am,” I answered. I felt the stupidest grin on my face but could care less if I looked like a lovesick moron. I was.
He picked up his briefcase, shoved his laptop inside, and said, “Well, in that case, I’ve been authorized to use the company jet.” He stood up and started toward me. “I’ll call the airport on the way and it should be ready to leave by the time we go by both our houses and grab what we need.” He passed by me and headed straight for the elevator. “You coming?” he yelled over his shoulder.
“Hell, yeah, I am,” I answered. “The company jet? How did my personal life rate the company jet?” I didn’t really care, I was just thankful I’d get to Baker even sooner.
As the elevator doors slid together, Landon said, “Oh, honey. I don’t think it was your personal life that scored the jet.”
Chapter 12
Baker
The doorbell blasted through the house, interrupting my nap and pissing me off at the same damn time. How many goddamned times could she possibly forget the code to my locks? She’d practically moved in with me when I’d returned from my Miami assignment but, even after two full weeks and one day, three hundred and thirty-seven hours, she still forgot the code to my locks over half the time. I considered ignoring the annoying chimes and not hitting the automatic unlock from my remote but knew she would simply keep hitting the doorbell—she was antagonistic like that.
I reached for the remote, hit unlock, turned my back to the bedroom door, and buried my head into a pillow. Maybe she would take pity on me and drop off what she’d picked up at the store and then leave me in peace. Pity parties required peace so, therefore, I needed peace because I was hosting the most impressive pity party in the history of mankind.
I hadn’t lost my composure until the third day. On days one and two, I kept telling myself he would come for me. There was absolutely no way I could have fallen madly in love with someone who wouldn’t…or couldn’t love me back. It just wasn’t possible. The doubts hit me on day three. I was sick on day four. Angry on day five. Furious on day six. Deep, dark depression had settled in on day seven and that motherfucking bitch hadn’t left. To be honest, she didn’t look like she’d be leaving anytime in my near future.