Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
The Jones' curse had struck again, and Pippilotta Jones, despite her greatest efforts, was now in a wealthy man's crosshairs -
And there was just no going back from there.
Four
"IT'S MR. SIMONIDES, Mr. Collins."
Discipline was the only reason Acheron's face didn't reveal his amusement as an unexpected scene unfolded before him, and a blank-faced Pippilotta Jones stepped back to let him inside Timothy Collins' office.
She was the most reluctant little thing, with the way she avoided his gaze as she returned stiffly to her seat and focused her attention on her computer screen. It was only when her boss, known for his bluntness, asked Acheron for the reason of his visit that she became animated. He saw her suck in her breath, her body jerking in her seat just as her panicky blue eyes flew to him in horror.
It would serve the girl right if he made her squirm, Acheron contemplated. Looking back at Timothy, he murmured, "I wanted to speak with you in private about the Excalibur acquisition." Fortunately - or unfortunately - for Ms. Jones, Acheron would rather punish her in far more pleasurable ways.
The girl relaxed visibly when her boss took his answer at face value, and he almost smirked. She was acting like he was the last person on earth she wanted to see, and the sheer novelty of it only made her more desirable in his eyes.
Poor baby, Acheron thought. If she had truly wanted to turn him off, she should've acted like other women and thrown herself at him the first chance she got.
For the next few minutes, Acheron discussed his concerns about the project, and afterwards the older man asked him about his latest trip to the Amazon. He answered without missing a beat even as he worked to conceal his surprise.
He had not expected her to keep his illness a secret even from her own boss, but there were apparently no bounds to Ms. Jones' discretion.
Another minute passed before Acheron was able to put his plan in motion and he was able to get Collins out of the office on a made-up pretext. If his calculations were correct - and they always were - it would be a while before the executive would be able to return.
"I'll see to that myself," Mr. Collins decided. Standing up, he tossed an absent-minded look at his secretary, saying, "Please attend to Mr. Simonides while I'm away."
"Yes, sir." But inside herself, Pippi was dreadfully alarmed. No! Don't go! Don't leave me alone with him! She wanted to shriek for help, but reality forbade her to speak a single word of protest. All she could do was watch the older man leave, and with every step he took, her heart began to race faster and faster.
Nooooooo!
Acheron's gaze gleamed with amusement at the way she jumped out of her seat the moment she saw him coming towards her. In spite of the apprehension that so clearly filled her eyes, there was also a proud tilt to her chin, making the girl appear like some resisting little prey determined to fight for her life.
And what a wonderful fight it would be, he thought lazily while watching her plant herself behind her high-backed chair. He saw her fingers curl over its top, almost as if intending to use it to run him over if needed be.
Her fierce, defensive stance made her resemble a wildcat in the making, and the thought brought Acheron immense pleasure. Ah, to tame one such as her...
And she was all mine, he thought possessively.
The Fates had bequeathed this girl to him, and he would damn well take it.
Pippi tried not to fidget as she felt Acheron's dark-as-night eyes run over her figure, leisurely and thoroughly, almost like he was having fun thinking of the many ways he could eat her. It had her body reacting with the oddest sensation - burning hot and freezing cold at the same time - and she would've crossed her arms over her chest if not for the knowledge that doing so would make her appear weak.
Which was the one thing a woman couldn't ever afford to do, Pippi thought nervously, with the type of man Acheron Simonides was.
"You didn't tell Collins anything." The tone was casual, but she had a feeling it was only to disarm her.
"It wasn't my place to do so." She prayed that would be the end of it, prayed that he would be satisfied with the answer and go away and never come back.
But it wasn't.
"Is that so?" This time, his voice had lowered into a velvety murmur, and she found herself gritting her teeth against the seductive temptation of his voice. Don't fall for it! Just don't!
His eyes narrowed, and it was almost like he could see all the way to her soul. "Is that also why you haven't come to see me since then?"