Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Acid churns in my stomach as I say my goodbyes, and thank him for picking up the cost of my wine. I shake his slimy hand, and rush to the elevators, slipping his file into my oversized bag. I suck in a deep breath once I’m safely inside the elevator and now I don’t know what to do.
I think back on the time Nicholas embarrassed me in a marketing meeting not too long ago. He was going over a few campaigns with his top executives, and I stepped into the room to deliver him his coffee.
As I set his coffee down in front of him, I noticed a typo in the headline of the advertisement. I pointed it out, and let’s just say the marketing team didn’t appreciate it one bit.
I’ll never forget the way Nicholas stared at me with a look of bewilderment on his face.
He finally raised a brow and asked, “Is that all, Ms. Frost?”
I quickly left and felt like a fool for opening my mouth. I thought I was helping, but now I see Nicholas has never valued my opinion unless it’s about his schedule. Or the errands he sends me on.
No, he doesn’t care about me.
Kiss or not.
Maybe this whole Pulse Gaming campaign will serve him right.
But if that’s true, then why do I still feel like garbage.
Chapter 8
Nicholas
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The sound of ice hitting the side of my glass of scotch echoes around the quiet room. As I sit in the oversized chair, staring at the door, trying to contain the annoyance I feel, I nearly want to combust.
When January told me she was having drinks with her sister, I knew it was a lie. She’s a terrible liar. The way she averts her eyes, the slight blush that creeps onto her cheeks, and the subtle way she moves further away from me.
I don’t know what she’s doing or with whom. It’s definitely not having drinks with February and damn if it doesn’t make me wonder if she’s down there right now talking to Pulse. He’s not a man I trust, especially with my January.
It’s bad enough I know he’s stealing her from me, but the thought that she’s left me sitting in this room while she mingles with my enemy has my annoyance turning into anger. And dare I say, jealousy?
I close my eyes as I try to erase the images of them laughing over drinks and think back to January under the mistletoe. I was a man possessed, unable to control the need to kiss her. The way she laughed so carefree. The sexy red dress she had on, showing off her incredible body. Her silky hair falling down her back in soft waves. There was no way I could control myself.
When my lips touched hers, my whole world stood still. At that moment I wasn’t pretending to be her boyfriend. I wasn’t her boss. I was a man that wanted this woman more than I thought possible. I kissed her with everything I had and she kissed me back with exactly the same.
There was nothing “pretend” about that kiss. Not from me and not from her. It may very well have been the first real thing between us.
I hear the door handle and snap my eyes open.
January comes in, quietly closing the door. Does she really believe that I climbed into bed and fell asleep while she was gone?
Her back is to me as she keeps her hands pressed against the door.
“Did you have fun with your sister?”
She jumps and spins around with wide eyes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and I wish it would stop because the movement draws my attention to her full tits pressed against her sweater. She rests her hand against her chest and I sip my scotch trying to keep myself from moving toward her.
“Yes, it was great,” she says with too much fake enthusiasm.
“Did you talk about everything you needed?”
She gives a small grin and turns her back to me as she opens the closet door.
“Umm yes, I suppose we did. She’s having a tough time with a guy that owns a competing coffee house.”
“Ahh yes. The competition usually is a snake in the grass that can’t be trusted.”
There’s no reply and I’m partly grateful and highly disappointed.
She bends over to look for something in the closet and my dick hardens staring at her perfectly round ass. The way her pants hug it has me wanting to rip them off her so I can squeeze it myself.
As she stands up her hair falls around her and I want to sink my fingers into it. I adjust my position, moving my hard cock as I continue to stare. She’s getting her night shirt, the one that I’ve noticed just barely covers her ass and I suppress a moan.