Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“You look good, Jackson.”
“Go fuck yourself, Jen.”
She laughed, the sound piercing and harsh. “Now Jackson, let’s be nice.”
“Let’s not.”
She glared at me.
“What do you fucking want, Jen?”
“Nothing, Jackson, I was just visiting Petey here at Mercy, and when I saw your car I thought I’d wait and say hi.”
Petey? I rolled my eyes. Of course her new guy was a doc. Poor bastard. The thing is, looking at Jen then, I had no idea how I’d ever felt a thing for her. There was nothing there — just cold, calculating fakeness. And honestly, seeing her like that, I almost wanted to smile at the life of imprisonment and coldness I’d dodged. And I wanted to smile wider at the promise of real life, and a real love I’d found with Ada.
“You being good, Jackson?”
I ignored her, turning to unlock my car. “I have to go, Jen.”
“Seeing anyone, Jackson?”
I growled, my jaw tightening dangerously as I whirled back on her.
“Fuck off, you witch,” I spat.
Jen laughed. “Now, now, let’s be nice, Jackson. I mean, Petey has all sorts of money, but you’re my lottery ticket just waiting to pay out! A girl has to check on her retirement plan from time to time, right?”
“Stay the fuck away from me,” I hissed, my eyes narrowing. “And don’t test me, Jen.”
She bristled, but then she tried to hide it with a sarcastic eye roll.
“Jackson—”
“Goodnight Jen.”
I got into my car, slammed the door shut, revved the engine, and peeled out of the parking lot.
I hated that she had this power over me, and I hated that whatever I might have with Ada was going to be under this fucking shadow. At a red light, I stopped and took a breath, counting to five and letting my head simmer down.
Fuck Jen. Fuck letting her shit pull me down, when I had more happiness than I’d ever known waiting for me. The thought of Ada blew the storm clouds away, until all I could think of was her sweet smile, her eyes, and the soft, honeyed cries she’d make when I made her mine. I didn’t even realize I was just sitting there grinning like an idiot and imagining Ada all round with pregnancy until the car behind me laid on the horn, reminding me that I was sitting still at a green light.
I floored it, the engine roaring as I peeled through the streets of New York, back to the girl I loved.
7
Ada
I sighed, my mouth falling open and my eyes closing in ecstasy as I slowly sank into the hot, bubbling water.
God yes.
The whirlpool tub in Jackson’s private bathroom off his office in the clinic had been entirely too tempting to pass up. I melted into the water, sinking in up to my chin as I let the steam swirl around me.
My thoughts did the same.
This whole day had been a whirlwind, and my blushing schoolgirl crush on my sexy older doctor had turned into something very real. I panted in the hot water, thinking about his hands on me, and his promise of what was still to come.
That night, I was going to go where I’d never gone before with anyone.
That night, I was going to give it all to him. And I couldn’t wait.
I wasn’t scared, I was excited. I wanted him to be the man who took it. Because this wasn’t just a physical lust that I felt for Jackson. It wasn’t so much more, and I knew he felt the same.
Jackson Brody had stolen my heart, and I wanted him to keep it.
I sat in his tub for a while, letting the hot water soak into my skin and relax any tension that popped up — any nervousness that arose thinking about what was to come that night. But it was all excited nervousness. There was no fear or apprehension there.
I just couldn’t wait for him to take me.
Finally, I stepped out of the luxurious tub and toweled off, only then realizing I didn’t actually have a single thing to wear besides the clothes I’d changed out of. I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel, poking my head back into his office before stepping out of the bathroom. The whole office was richly decorated — dark, masculine wood paneling and bookshelves on the walls, leather chairs, and a modern reclaimed wood and iron desk the sat near the huge window overlooking midtown Manhattan.
The office was dark, and I stepped across the floor barefoot in my towel to stare out over the amazing view of the city at night, glittering like jewels.
“Now this is a sight I’ve been dying to see.”
I gasped, whirling as I hugged the towel, to see Jackson grinning at me from the doorway to his office. He stepped in, closing the door behind him before he strode right for me. I barely had time to open my mouth to say hi before he’d swooped me into his arms, pulling me tight to him, and kissed me fiercely.