Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Or a blow job.
Fuck.
Then she’d be the one on the ground . . . on her knees . . . with his dick in her mouth.
Ew.
At least she tried to tell herself it would be gross. But the truth was that the shiver that ran up her spine was more due to excitement rather than disgust.
What was wrong with her?
This dickhead had been nothing but a jerk since they arrived in Escana yesterday. There was no way she should be daydreaming about giving him a blow job.
Nope. Not happening. Never. Ever.
Be calm. Be polite.
She knew if she was anything but polite that Jonathan would be upset. As he often liked to tell her . . . she was an extension of him. Her behavior reflected on him.
“Mr. Stark, hello. How are you? Isn’t it a lovely morning?” Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch her hair. To run them over her clothes and ensure that she was properly presented. Shoot. She didn’t even have make-up on. But then, she hadn’t been expecting to see anyone.
The Neanderthal just grunted and moved so he was completely blocking the doorway and her exit.
She hadn’t realized that she’d be a prisoner here.
Well, more of a prisoner than she already was.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked.
Still nothing.
It was hard to keep her face pleasant and her voice mild. But she’d had a lot of practice. And she wasn’t going to let his rude behavior get to her.
Maybe after kicking him in the nuts, she’d stomp on him a little. That thought helped her fight back the irritation threatening to override her calm.
Be polite. You’re a guest.
Well, Jonathan was. She was simply an employee.
She still didn’t understand why Prince Kassim had given Jonathan a whole security team while he was here—seemed like overkill. Maybe if there had been some sort of threat . . . but that wasn’t the case.
Jonathan had taken the news with a serene smile . . . until the doors had closed on their shared suite last night. Then she’d barely managed to stop him from smashing the place.
The destruction of several expensive heirlooms would have been hard to explain. He’d been upset over having a team assigned to protect him. As well as the two hour security briefing he’d had to go through before seeing Prince Kassim.
Jonathan wasn’t used to waiting for anything. He was used to people catering to him.
She attempted to peer around Judd’s broad shoulders. It was early morning, the sun just starting to rise on the horizon. And she really wanted to go for a run while it was cool enough.
Especially while Jonathan was still sleeping. She had at least three hours before he woke up crabby and hungover.
The suite they’d been given was on the ground floor with doors out to the expansive balcony. It was an easy escape. Or it would have been if the behemoth standing in her way would move.
“I had a great sleep, thanks for asking,” she said.
She hadn’t. She’d been on alert all night after Jonathan’s temper tantrum. Thankfully, he’d drunk himself into a comatose state.
“I didn’t ask,” he said finally.
Sheesh. Had the man never been taught any manners?
His eyes ran over her. “And you don’t look like you slept at all.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you implying that I look terrible?”
He leaned in. “I never imply things. I state them as I see them.”
She gasped, unable to stop herself. It wasn’t the insult that got to her . . . she knew what she looked like. Too pale, too thin. Washed-out and bland.
She had a mirror, after all. But she’d never had anyone just come out and insult her to her face like this.
Well, no one other than Jonathan.
And he didn’t count.
The head of the security team frowned slightly as though he hadn’t expected that reaction.
Shit.
Be numb. A robot. You are representing Jonathan.
So she gave the asshole a bland smile. “Must be the jet lag, makes it hard to look your best. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going for a run.”
“No.”
“No?” she questioned in case she didn’t hear him right.
“No, you’re not excused.” His arms were crossed over his chest and he was staring down his nose at her like she was the most irritating thing he’d ever dealt with in his life.
Well, right back at you, buster.
She clasped her hands in front of her to stop herself from fidgeting.
And also, to stop herself from giving in to the urge to punch this asshole in the balls.
Tempting. So tempting.
“I’m not excused?”
Calm. Breathe. In. Out.
“Because . . .?”
“Because I said no.”
Was this guy for real?
“And do people usually do what you say?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Stay cool.
“And you’re going to do what I say as well,” he added.
“Am I?” she asked in a low voice.
“Yes, because I’m in charge of you.”
“In charge of me . . .” Her mind was scrambling to catch up with that statement.