Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I ordered myself an apple martini even though I probably shouldn’t be mixing champagne with hard liquor. But I had this warm, fuzzy feeling surrounding me and I didn’t want it to end. I also knew it wasn’t just because of the alcohol. It was because of Everett’s company. I liked being around him. It felt easy and comfortable, and the conversation was effortless. I laughed at his jokes, even if they weren’t the funniest, even if they were a little cheesy. But he knew that, and that’s what made me like him even more.
“So do you like working in the corporate world?” I knew nothing about businesses like that—moneymaking companies dominating certain territories. And I’d never been interested in knowing more about it until I sat here and started talking with Everett.
God, he looked good in that suit. I’d been thinking that same thought over and over again since I ran into him. I was still flushed and heated, my body so aroused I was actually embarrassed by it. I hoped it didn’t betray me.
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and the way he looked at me had me shifting on my seat, very aware of our close proximity. We sat on the barstools, my knees facing him, nearly brushing against one of his outer thighs. I glanced down and couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge he sported. It was obvious, massive. My throat tightened up at the sight and I snapped my gaze up quickly.
He was still looking at me, but I couldn’t tell if he’d caught me being lewd, because his expression was stoic and unmoving. It was hard like stone. Hard like the rest of him.
But his eyes… his eyes betrayed what he felt. It was like blue fire burned behind their depths.
God, why was it so hot in here?
Beads of sweat started to pool between my breasts, and it didn’t help that my chest wasn’t exactly small, which meant the twin mounds were pressed together, my cleavage obscenely noticeable. In fact, I’d noticed he’d glanced down several times since our encounter, and a thrill of pleasure went through me at the fact that he clearly liked what he saw.
I lifted up my martini glass and took a long drink, staring at him over the rim. He still hadn’t answered my question, but that was fine. I’d all but forgotten about it anyway. At this moment, I didn’t really care about anything else except exploring how I felt for him and for once in my life risking morality and just living on the edge.
I finished off my martini and set the glass down, leaning in a little bit so I could smell his cologne. It was expensive, no doubt, and smelled incredible.
God, that martini was going straight to my head in all its intoxicated glory.
I was about to open my mouth and be bold, wanton, and leave my comfort zone, when I felt him place his hand on top of mine. My heart jumped into my throat, and I looked down at where we were momentarily connected.
“I might be crossing the line, Penny, and maybe I’m totally reading the situation wrong...”
I snapped my gaze up to his eyes, stared into the blue depths, and prayed like hell he was about to say what I hoped he was going to say.
“But I can’t sit back and pretend I’m not feeling what I am. There’s something about you, this pull I can’t deny, can’t fight.”
God, he smelled so good.
“I don’t want to fight it, Penny, and I don’t think you want to either.”
My heart skipped a beat, the blood rushed through my veins, and if I hadn’t been sitting down, I was pretty sure I would have fainted from my arousal alone. It was as if all the blood had drained from my head, pooling in my erogenous zones, preparing my body for what was to come, what I wanted to come.
And that was Everett and me naked, alone, and doing some very filthy things.
“I’m sorry if I’m being too forward,” he said softly and dipped his gaze down to my lips. I wanted to lick them, not because they were dry, but because I knew if I did it would be a little seductive move he’d probably like. He slowly looked back into my eyes and my breath caught. “But I want you.” He let those words hang between us, maybe gauging my reaction, maybe seeing what I would say or do. “I want you so fucking badly I’m sporting a raging hard-on that’s getting impossible to hide.”
I was frozen in place, my tongue so thick, my mouth so dry, I couldn’t utter any words. But inside, I was screaming out, “Yes, I want you. I don’t care who’s watching. I want you now, Everett.”