Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She thought about it. “I’ll say something dirty.”
“Done.”
Mykolas had answered so swiftly it made Velvet laugh. She listened to him rummaging, probably going through his drawers.
“I never thought I’d do something like this, agape mou,” Mykolas admitted with a grimace as he finally found a ruler.
She asked curiously, “Would you be able to, umm, measure it if...”
“I don’t have a hard-on?”
Velvet coughed. “Yeah, that.”
He unzipped himself. “Do not worry about that. I’m always hard when talking to you.”
“Mykolas!”
Her embarrassed gasp had him smiling as he took out his cock, but a grimace replaced the smile as he brought the ruler next to it. If anyone found out about this, he would probably kill himself. Only insecure bastards cared to know numbers of this kind.
Unable to stand the suspense since she was genuinely curious, Velvet demanded, “Well?”
“It’s long enough to make any woman delirious.”
“Come on, give me a figure.”
Sighing, he said, “Eleven point five.”
Velvet’s jaw dropped. “What?”
“You heard me,” Mykolas answered patiently as he swiftly disposed of the ruler and put his engorged cock back into his pants.
“Maybe you measured it wrong?”
“Velvet.”
Eleven point five. Surely that was an exaggeration? But...Mykolas didn’t seem to be the type to exaggerate. “I mean, if that’s true, you should have worked as a porn star.”
Something occurred to him at Velvet’s words and he asked, “I know you’re a schoolteacher, but do you have any idea what my job is?”
“It doesn’t matter what your job is.”
Mykolas’ brow lifted at Velvet’s unexpected answer. “Why is that?”
“Because I know you’re a Greek billionaire.”
Mykolas stilled.
Velvet smirked. “Relax. I didn’t check you out online. It’s just that I also know a certain Greek billionaire—-”
Jealousy, an unfamiliar emotion to him but was nonetheless recognizable, flared up inside Mykolas and he asked coolly, “How well do you know him?”
She asked innocently, “Are you jealous?”
He returned silkily, “Would you like me to tell you that I also know a certain schoolteacher...”
Velvet grimaced. “Touché.”
Mykolas’ face softened slightly. He liked how Velvet was easily able to admit she was wrong. “As long as you do not refer to any other man when talking to me, agape mou, we will be fine.”
“He’s not like what you think. You see, my friend is engaged to a Greek billionaire. Maybe you know him. Damen Leventis?”
“I do,” Mykolas said, surprised. “We are not close friends, but we are on good terms and we have done business together in the past. I was under the impression he was engaged to a local girl though. The Kokinos’ only daughter, I believe.”
“Yeah, well, that was true then. But he fell in love with my friend so now they’re the ones engaged. Anyway, I don’t really know him that well, but Mairi never stops talking about him and that’s how I knew you were a Greek billionaire.”
“Are you implying we are similar then?”
Mimicking his quizzical tone, she said, “Begging to differ, Mr. Sallis, but it is my hypothesis that the two of you are of the same specimen as you share one integral characteristic, and that is the fact that you two are the most arrogant men who have ever walked the face of the earth.”
There was a moment of silence before Mykolas burst into laughter. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated a woman who knows the word ‘hypothesis’.”
She said sincerely, “That’s really sad.” She thought about it then added, “And we’re not dating.”
“Of course we are, Velvet. We’ve been dating the moment you decided not to put the phone down when I told you about the details of our little bet.”
Velvet’s mouth opened and closed. There was nothing to say, she realized grumpily, because it was damn well true. “Change of subject please.”
Chuckling softly, he took pity on her and changed the subject to something just a little bit less disturbing. “What kind of cock do you like the most, Velvet?”
Velvet groaned. “Are you seriously asking me that?” Her face turned completely red as Mykolas’ question made her wonder what his cock looked like, what type it would be, and how it would feel to have his cock inside her.
A wicked smile curving on his lips at the sound of Velvet’s acute embarrassment, Mykolas slowly leaned back against his chair. “You now know I’m bigger than most men. I want to make sure that you were okay with that.”
Silence.
Mykolas’ smile disappeared. “Velvet?”
She said finally, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had sex before.”
Silence.
Velvet blinked. “Mykolas?”
“Tell me you’re fucking joking.”
“I-is it a problem?” Damn, but she hated how her voice shook as she spoke. It was as if she cared too much. If he had a problem with it, then so what? Right? His loss if he didn’t want to do her. Right? And not that she wanted him to do—-oh, God, she was so confused and it was all his fault!