Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Well, I had this report he wanted me to prepare, and I have,” I say straightening the perfectly bound, brightly colored report on my desk. “But you know what? He’s not even in the building today.”
“What an idiot. How could he not be there?”
“Well, he is quite important. Lots of people want his time, but I guess I’m just not at the top of the list of his priorities.” I don’t know where I’m spinning this stuff from.
“It sounds like he doesn’t deserve you. In fact, if I were you, I’d go and sit in his chair right now.”
My stomach flips pleasurably. “But what would that achieve?” I ask innocently.
“I’m sure I’ll think of something before you get in there.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to get me fired because my boss specifically said there was to be no shenanigans in the office.”
“And that was the word he used?” he asks, sounding amused.
“It was something like that. But the bottom line is I’ve got to be a good girl while I’m here.”
“Because he’s keeping an eye on you?”
I sit a little straighter. “How?”
Whit chuckles, breaking character. “No, there no cameras in the office.”
“What about at home, I mean, your apartment?”
“No, but it could be arranged if you want to try that.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” I reply, full of snark.
“It was just a suggestion. Currently, there’s a camera in the hallway between the elevator and the front door but that’s the extent of my current depravities.”
“What about Friday night?” My heart skips a beat. “When we came back from the club.”
“You’re asking if it recorded our elevator shenanigans?” he asks in a terrible Irish accent.
“Be serious. Is there footage somewhere?
“No, the camera is motion activated once you step into the hallway.”
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed.
But it’s not that. It’s the implication of what I’m about to say next.
“I’m going out this evening.” I close my eyes, my shoulders hunching as though expecting a blow and press my hand to my head. “I’ll give it a wave as I pass by.”
“Going anywhere nice?”
“Out for coffee.”
“One of your dates?” he says as though he’s been expecting this. Expecting it and is totally okay about it. Unbothered, even.
“Yeah.”
“So you decided to go out with Greg, after all?”
“Gosh, you’re invested,” I reply lightheartedly. Because his tone isn’t the same as it was. Where’s the snark? The vitriol?
“I thought I’d made my feelings crystal clear last night.”
Oh, there it is…
“You don’t really mean that. You can’t want to help me pick my dates.”
“We agreed you’d run them by me.”
My expression kind of twists. “I don’t think I did.”
“It looks like we’ll be revisiting last night’s conversation,” he says, his tone suddenly dark.
“That wasn’t a conversation. It was more like you were waging war on my body.”
“Look, Mimi, I don’t want you going out with any old creep. I also don’t want you going out with anyone you might prefer over me.”
I actually laugh because he doesn’t even bother to sound serious. That wasn’t a chink in his armor, more a man throwing me a bone.
“I don’t agree with your methods, but I know why you’re doing this.”
“Of course you know why,” I retort as my stomach flips unpleasantly. “I told you why.”
“I know what you said. I also know you want to make me insanely jealous.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I say flatly.
“So insanely jealous that I’ll kidnap you and drag you to my lair, spank your arse, tickle you until you can’t breathe, and then fuck you over and over again.”
“So basically, a repeat of this weekend?” Now I’m amused, mainly because he sounds like he is, even if this conversation is really weird.
And the prospect strangely tempting…
“For me, yes. For them, they’d better not even look at you in that way.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“As long as no one else gets to fuck you. You do want me to fuck you, don’t you Amelia?”
That sounds so nasty. It shouldn’t make me feel good, and I shouldn’t agree with him, but I do.
“What was that, sweetheart? I don’t think I quite heard.”
“I said yes, I only want you to…” I turn my head so I’m facing away from any passing foot traffic, not that we get much on this floor, but it wouldn’t do to be caught dirty talking on the company dime. Even if it is to the boss. “I only want you.”
“Want me to what?” he whispers back. Asshole.
“I’m not saying it.” I shake my head in denial. “I’m seriously ruined.”
“Oh, not yet you’re not.”
“Ruined that I would allow you to sexually Svengali me during office hours.” There’s more than a hint of grievance in my tone.
“It might take me a minute to dissect that, meanwhile, you’re missing the point. I’m just looking out for you.”
“What, like you’re my dad?”
“No, darling, like your daddy. You want Daddy to fill your aching pussy, don’t you?”