Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“You gotta believe me, she never acts like this; she’s the CEO of a fortune five hundred comp….” She clamped her hand over her mouth with her eyes going wide.”
“Not to worry, her secret is safe with me. Look, it doesn’t look like she’s going to leave anytime soon. Here’s my card; I’m Mace Donovan, the owner. You can leave her here, or you can stay with her, whichever you choose to do.” She bit her lip and looked indecisive, which again is totally understandable.
“I can’t. I have an early court date tomorrow.” Oh yeah, that one did say she was her lawyer. A lawyer and a CEO trawling in my club, I guess that could be good for business.
“Are you sure I can trust you? I mean, we’ve never even met. How did she get up here anyway?”
“She came looking for me.” I pointed at the patch of grey at my temple, and she finally caught on.
Again, she clamped her hand over her mouth, and her eyes went wide. “Okay, then, um.” She grabbed her phone from her purse and snapped a picture of her friend on my bed and a few of the office and me, very smart. She dropped the phone back in her purse and mumbled something that I’m almost certain was ‘though you might be the one who needs help.” Before taking one last look at her friend and leaving.
I went back to watching the crowd pretending that she wasn’t in there on the bed that I never let anyone use ever, not even my sister when she comes by with her friends. There have been plenty of times when one or the other of them have had one too many, and I’d have one of the guys run them home, but never have I ever allowed anyone into my inner sanctum. Not even security is allowed in here, and they follow me everywhere.
I got that itch after twenty minutes and stood up from my chair to go check on her. I walked gently so as not to wake her though I was dying to see her reaction when she woke up. I stood next to the bed and looked down at her. She slept on her side, facing the wall with her dark hair spread out like a halo on the pillow.
Her body was all dips and curves and valleys. Like the one between her tits as she smashed them together between her arms. The hair at her nape, something else I have a weakness for, was baby soft and sweet. Yeah, the back of her neck was making my dick hard.
Her skin looked unnaturally healthy. Like the kind of skin you only expect to see in photoshop. I wondered if it was as soft as it appeared—a soft dewy pink with not a blemish in sight. By the time I got to her ass, my dick was already sniffing the air. Something tells me that she might be the one to put him through his paces.
For all that I’m attracted to her, curvy women never give me the time of day. For some reason, they always think I’m playing them, so I end up either with a substitute or palm and her five daughters. I guess I could go out and buy myself a curvy belle, but I don’t want that. I want something a bit more involved.
It’s been a while since I gave up looking because although a run-of-the-mill fling or a one-night stand with a substitute might be fine, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna marry any woman except the one I want. And why the hell am I thinking about that shit now? Because her ass is the finest, you’ve seen in a while, if ever.
I don’t know what it is about me and her type or why I was allowed to hear her thoughts tonight. I expect her to backtrack in the morning, of course, but they say a drunk man speaks with a sober tongue.
Steph
Where the hell am I? I felt something hard and firm under my cheek as the little drummer boy was showing his ass inside my head. I tried to recall the night before as I squinted around the room without seeing much since the sun had yet to make an appearance, and outside, the half-dark half-light of predawn was of no help in the room that was a solid black on black.
Oh shit, I’m not wearing my glasses. I can’t see far for shit, but up close, I’m an owl. I saw a flash of grey out the side of my eye, and something tickled my memory. What was that? I remember going to the club with Nat and sitting at the bar. Oh! My eyes widened, and I turned my head to look down.