Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
He’s rich.
This house is a mansion—like, an over the top mansion. He pulls up in the circular driveway. “Can you come in for just a minute?”
I nod, distracted by the luxury I’m surrounded by. “Is this your house?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he answers as he climbs out of the car and opens the front door with his fingerprint in some space-age key system. I get out of the car and slowly walk up the front steps as my eyes stare up at the high ceilings.
“I won’t be a minute,” he calls out from a room up the hall. “Actually, can you put the coffee machine on and I will make us one?”
“Okay,” I whisper as I look around. I don’t even know where the kitchen is.
“Kitchen is toward the back wing,” he calls, as if reading my mind.
“Okay.” I walk down a grand hallway to find the kitchen and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Beautiful and spotless—not a dirty cup or dish in sight. I look around as I feel my dread start to creep in. This is the most beautiful house I have ever been in, and the cleanest.
I glance out into the yard. The pool area looks like a resort pool.
Fuck off.
This is stupid rich.
I turn the coffee machine on and walk up the hall where I heard his voice come from before. “Hello?”
“In here,” he calls.
I continue up the hall until I come to the room he’s in. It’s an office—a huge, swanky office. He’s sitting behind a large mahogany desk which faces the door, printing out a report. I stand nervously in front of him.
“Is this your house?” I ask meekly.
His eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
“W-who do you live here with?” I stammer.
He sits back in his chair and swings side to side as he assesses me. “I live here alone.”
I look around at the opulent surroundings. “You’re not married?”
His eyes darken and he stands abruptly. “Not married.”
“Girlfriend?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “No.”
My eyes hold his as he walks toward me. “Do you want the tour of my house?”
I nod because all the words have left my brain.
I follow him out of the office and down the hall. “This is the party room.”
I peer into the room that opens out onto a pool area and I fake a smile.
“This is a guest bedroom.” He gestures to a bedroom to the left.
We keep walking down. “Gym.” He gestures to a room filled with gym equipment. We get to a door and he walks past it.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
He turns to face me. “Laundry room.” He opens the door and I peer in. The room is smaller and darkened, the blind pulled down. For some reason, I like this small room and I walk past him and head into it. He follows me and then closes the door behind him.
Shit. My breath catches.
Suddenly alone together in such a small space, the energy between us starts to zap, and he steps forward to look down at me.
My heart starts to race.
My eyes drop to his large lips and he stands still for a moment as our arousal rises between us. He steps forward again until I am effectively wedged between the washing machine and his hard body.
“I like your laundry room,” I whisper up at him.
He towers above me. “I like you,” he whispers back.
My eyebrows rise. “You do?”
He nods as he steps toward me again.
“But, I have a problem,” he murmurs as he pushes his hips forward against mine.
Oh man. He’s hard. I can feel him through his pants.
“What?” I breathe.
“I’m unable to act on it.”
Holy crap.
“Why?” I whisper.
“I’m not allowed to ask interns out.” His eyes drop to my lips and his hips pin me to the washing machine. He pumps them forward and I nearly combust.
“Nobody has to know what happens between us,” I breathe.
In slow motion, he bends and kisses my neck, and my eyes close by themselves. “Can you keep a secret?” he breathes against my skin.
I nod. I’m unable to answer. This is the best damn laundry room I’ve ever seen. His hands snake around my behind and he pulls me to him, and then his lips are on me. His tongue tentatively brushes against mine as he goes deeper and deeper. His body has me pinned in place so hard, it’s almost painful. His hands move to hold my jaw, positioning me the way he wants me. Holy fucking shit. I have never been kissed like this before.
He’s desperate to have me.
Suddenly we are frantic, as if all the sexual tension we’ve been feeling for the last week is set free in this room. He aggressively lifts me, sitting me on the washing machine and ripping my legs apart so he can move between them. My hands go to the back of his head and he starts to drag me onto his waiting hard cock.