Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“If they followed me to my apartment, they’ll follow me to your house too.”
“No, they’ll be misdirected. I doubt you grasp the extent of Miles’s ability to get things done.”
“So, what? He has people at his beck and call to rearrange the world however he wants it?”
Ford smiled. “More or less.”
“And you don’t?”
“I prefer a quieter life than Miles does.”
“But if you wanted to….”
“When I need to get things done, I do, but I already have a top-notch security team at my disposal. Why would I turn that down?”
I just shook my head. What would it be like to have that level of confidence rather than just putting on the pretense of it? “If I change my behavior patterns, the men who are after me will know something is up.”
“They threatened you. Isn’t it logical that you would make some changes?”
“Buy a gun, get a bodyguard, sure. But move in with you?”
“You’ll put the word out at the office that you’re moving in with your girlfriend.”
“But I don’t have—”
“Does anyone at work know that?”
“No, but these men might.”
“That doesn’t matter if we keep them off your trail.”
“Why are you helping me?”
“I told you, this is partly my fault. Miles’s fault really, but I’m his representative.”
If the beginning of the week hadn’t been as crazy as it was, I would think this was all some kind of elaborate prank, not that Ford seemed like the pranking type. How was this my life now? What would happen next? I felt like I’d been thrust into some kind of crazy movie. “How many security guards does Miles employ?”
“As many as are necessary.”
“And they’re all the best of the best?”
Ford smiled. “Obviously. You’ve already met Carter, he’s Miles’s head of security.”
“He’s former military, isn’t he?”
Ford nodded. “Yes, a Navy SEAL.”
At least I’d been right about one thing. “And Carter has been your friend for a long time?”
“Since ninth grade, and there’s no question of his loyalty. He saved my life when I was fourteen, and I would trust him with it anytime.”
“What about my client? What about the lawsuit?”
“We keep moving forward like nothing’s changed until Miles and Carter work out a plan to solve our problem.”
“And I’m just supposed to trust you.”
“You’re already trusting me not to mention what we did last night.”
“I…. Fuck. When you say they’ll take care of us, how will they keep these men from following me without making it obvious?”
“Someone will arrive to escort you back to my house, and another guard will drive your car to a different location. We’ll also have people in place making sure you aren’t followed.”
“And once I’m at your house?”
“You’ll just have to stay in until you’re picked up for work the next day.”
“Do you expect me to keep sleeping on the couch?”
He studied me for a moment, letting his gaze rake down my torso and back up. I was glad I was seated so he wouldn’t notice my body’s reaction. “I have several guest rooms.”
“But you didn’t offer one to me last night.”
“I didn’t think I could get you upstairs.”
He probably couldn’t have. I’d been a fucking mess. “But when I’m sober, I’m allowed a bed.”
“Yes.”
“But not in your room?”
Ford’s smile widened. “Do you remember what I told you about what I would expect if you wanted to get in my bed?”
Jesus, why did that make my cock even harder? I did not want to suck dick.
Don’t you, though? When it’s Ford’s?
16
FORD
The lust on his face as he looked at me had me needing to shift the bag I was carrying so it could block my cock’s reaction to his expression. Was he actually considering sucking my dick?
The fact that he still wanted me now when he was sober made him so fucking tempting. I wanted to circle his desk, get on my knees, and show him exactly what I wanted him to do to me, but I wasn’t that lost to sanity, not yet anyway. After some time with him staying at my house, who knew what I might do.
He’s only in this to get off. He’s still going to claim to be straight.
Maybe, but I wanted to watch him try to deny what he wanted with my dick in his mouth.
I pushed all those thoughts away. “I take it you do remember. Nothing has changed. I’ll make sure the guest room is ready for you.”
He nodded.
I turned to go, but he called me back. If I stayed much longer, I was going to reconsider fucking him right here in his office.
“I went by my apartment this morning to put on fresh clothes and see if the men were still there. I got a picture of them.”
I shivered at the thought of them coming after him for that. “Be careful. Do you think they saw you?”
“I know how to be discreet.”