Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Could it be possible that a girl would use the famous Theo White, and not the other way around?
Shit, my head spun. Because the old Theo wouldn’t have cared. Sure, use me. Use my fortune, use my mansion, use whatever you want, honey. You’ll be gone in two weeks so it shouldn’t really matter.
But with Mia? I’d never met someone this amazing. So yeah, the tables had been turned.
I rushed through my morning meeting. Fuck. Today I was having lunch with my beautiful brunette, and whoever these corporate drones were could stuff it. Already, pictures of the gorgeous woman’s smiling face filled my mind, my body hardening in anticipation. So once the meeting was done, I stood abruptly.
“Looks like it’s 11:00,” I said perfunctorily, glancing at my watch. “Let’s save the rest of the agenda for tomorrow.”
The executives shared puzzled looks, but they nodded. No one crosses Theo White, and with swift strides, I was out the conference room and halfway to the sushi restaurant on Pictogram campus.
My girl was there, already eating a spider roll.
“Hey,” she greeted with a shy smile. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, my stomach was growling with hunger, you should have heard.” She giggled.
No matter. I loved that my curvy girl ate, the more, the better. In fact, if Mia gained twenty pounds, she’d look even better. But suddenly, she stopped chewing and asked while blushing and covering her mouth. “Is there something on my face?”
I was staring and didn’t even realize it. Reaching across the table, I took her hand. “No, sorry. I was just admiring how beautiful you look.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Theo, thank you. You’re too sweet.” She giggled again, shooting me a wink.
Frankly, she was sweet. Mia’s new wardrobe looked amazing on her, what with the pink Pictogram t-shirt, belted high waist shorts, and silver tassel loafers. You gotta love a girl who will put on your company’s logo. Plus, in the last few weeks, she practically shone, whether from working here, the new clothes, or a combination of both. Her sassy attitude turned me on.
She squeezed my hand and said, “I’ve got to get back. I am helping one of the other developers debug code, so we’ve only got an hour together.”
“Of course.” I nodded. For some reason, even this turned me on because she was a hard worker and working for my company. Shit, I needed more than just an hour of lunch with Mia. It had been a few days since we last had sex, and my hope was that after lunch we could find a spot to be alone.
As usual, the time passed in a blur. We laughed, chatted and devoured some good food, on the same wavelength as usual. Walking out of the restaurant, I took Mia’s hand in mine, bringing those soft fingers to my lips.
“Some alone time before we get back, sweetheart? Or do you have too much to do?”
She smiled at me regretfully. “I wish I could, Theo, but I promised I would help with debugging.”
Goddamn. We were holding hands right on Picto-Lane, the equivalent of Main Street for Picto-Town while openly displaying affection for each other. Yet I didn’t care one bit. Slowly, I leaned down to her and pressed a soft kiss to that delectable pout.
Of course, the girl sighed slightly, her plush form pressed against my hardness.
“Theo, everyone’s looking,” she said, giggling. “Is that okay?”
Shrugging, I walked to our bikes. “Who cares? Let them look.”
She gave a radiant smile then, one that warmed my soul. “Okay.”
Pedaling along Picto-lane, Mia looked up and down street, taking in the drug store, the dry cleaner, and even the company bar. “You’ve done a marvelous job replicating a tiny town.”
“Thanks.” I shrugged with a grin, the wind sailing through my hair. “Makes it easier to stay late and work if you don’t have to worry about your laundry.”
Mia smiled because that was the true reason behind a lot of this. Companies offer perks because they make employees happy, but also because employees focus better and work longer if they don’t have to jet off to take care of mundane items like dry cleaning and food. Free meals on the house, all the time? For sure, if it kept people working for me until 10 p.m.
This was all par for the course in Silicon Valley. If a company didn’t keep up, they were considered “behind” the times.
Mia smiled at me again, the wind ruffling those beautiful brown curls. “Is Picto-Town modeled after any city in particular?” she asked as we sailed down the lane.
Man, was I really taking a bike ride with a pretty girl? We were practically Archie and Veronica, instead of a modern couple, but it felt right. I smiled back at her.
“No one has ever asked me that,” I said. “But in fact, it’s modeled after Cesky Krumlov in the Czech Republic.”