Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I’m flying out in three days? “Okay. And I have two weeks to do all that?”
“Ten days.” She studies me with a grin. “I love how you’re trying not to show me you’re panicked by this aggressive schedule.”
I set down my sandwich and laugh. “Your husband intimated that not much gets past you.”
My new boss gives me a dry smile. “Josh and Marcus will make sure you get the support you need.”
“Good to hear.” I’m hoping the hot guys who have shared a woman don’t turn into roadblocks. But if they do, I’ll work around them. It won’t be the first time I’ve run into male walls of stubborn.
Her phone dings. After a quick glance, she stands. “Chad has rounded up all the guilty parties. They’re waiting for us upstairs.”
Quickly, I gather my food wrappings and shove them into the bag, then reapply my lipstick. “Ready.”
“Follow me.”
I trail her to the elevator. “Who am I meeting?”
“He didn’t tell me exactly who he roped into this little gathering, but most likely heads of departments and budgets affected by the project. It’s just a matter of who was available last minute.”
As we head upstairs, anxiety pokes me. It doubles as the elevator doors open and we cross the executive floor. It’s not optimal, my two “handlers” being elsewhere while other movers and shakers make decisions about our project. I’ll have to catch them up later—and hope we can get on the same page.
In the corner, Savannah opens the door to the conference room. There’s a small group of people milling around the large black table. At the head, Mr. Force stands, smiling and exchanging small talk with a pair of men, one with dark hair in a gray suit, the other a muscled hunk in navy pinstripes.
I know them.
After a mere glance, and I start tingling again. This time it’s accompanied by a throbbing between my legs.
The flirt from the cafe. The brute from the elevator. They’re both executives at Force Financial?
My head races. How am I supposed to be even remotely professional in this meeting around two men who make me acutely aware that I’m a woman?
As if they sense me, they both look up and pin me with hot, weighty stares. My throbbing increases.
Mr. Gray Suit saunters toward me with a sly smile. “I guess next time is now. Imagine that.”
“Imagine,” I breathe, trying not to look like my heart is beating wildly.
“Nice to see you again.” The brute in the navy suit approaches, his footfalls surprisingly quiet for such a large man. “Are you going to answer my question now?”
Savannah frowns. “Do you know each other?”
“Not officially. Introduce us?” Gray Suit asks.
“Sure.” My new boss turns to me. “This is Kate Evans. Kate?” She gestures to the gorgeous guy with the whiskey eyes. “Meet Josh Hennessey.” Then she gestures to the hunk in navy pinstripes. “And Marcus Hunt. They’re your advisors and traveling partners for this project.”
What? These gorgeous men who have shared a very lucky woman in the past are going to Hawaii with me?
I paste on a smile and manage to say something appropriate, but I feel faint and shaky. Even now, my attraction to them both is merciless. The longer they stare, the more the throbbing between my legs overtakes my body.
How am I going to survive ten days in paradise with them while keeping my professionalism and sanity intact?
Marcus
That evening, I mill around the upscale restaurant, nursing a beer and trying not to stare at Kate, who’s deep in conversation with Savannah. Beside me, Josh clutches his whiskey, his gaze all over her, too.
Fuck.
Not that I blame him. The beautiful blonde has the sort of face that starts wars and a body that incites undeniable lust. It’s not just the little black dress she wore to this cocktail party so the investors and the executive team could officially meet her—though that’s hot as hell. In fact, the sedate front of the garment demurely covers everything between her neck and her knees. But the back is almost nonexistent. Every man in the room has an unobstructed view of her graceful spine and unspoiled skin. I want to growl and snarl at every other dick sneaking an eyeful. What’s killing me more are the glances she keeps sending both Josh and me when she thinks we aren’t looking.
Our chemistry is fucking crazy. I know Josh feels it, too. He wants Kate every bit as badly as I do. The minute we laid eyes on her, professionalism evaporated. Caution wasn’t far behind.
And we’re supposed to babysit her in paradise? If she’s willing, there’s no way I don’t kiss her until she’s panting, press her to my mattress, and fill her pussy relentlessly with every inch I’ve got until she screams. Josh won’t abstain, either, especially since Force Financial lacks any kind of antifraternization clause and Kate doesn’t report directly to us.