Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Will Cale tell him what I did?
Oh, God. Shoot me now.
“Earth to Lia!” Anj hollered at me, pulling me from thinking that my simple life had just gone to crap in a matter of twenty-four hours. “Hon, did you see that fine specimen of a man walk through here? Mmmm, he is finger-lickin’ good! Yes, ma’am. Sure is. If you don’t think he’s sexy, girl, there is something seriously wrong with you. If I were single, I’d be all over that.”
“Anj, you know I don’t date,” I huffed out, pouting.
She rolled her eyes and went back to tapping her manicured nails on her keyboard.
I was frustrated with the fact that Cale affected me so much. It was really starting to piss me off, definitely reminding me of my former self’s attitude, which rarely came out to play. I couldn’t even look at him without remembering him without his shirt on or the fact that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear yesterday.
I wonder if he’s wearing any today.
Shit!
Task at hand, Lia.
No worries. I was a businesswoman and I could keep this professional. I would apologize for my behavior yesterday and ask that he keep it between us. It was just that simple. I can handle this.
“Lia,” Pops’s familiar voice boomed from down the hallway, “come on in here and take some notes.”
I took a deep breath, looking at my Choos for a last-minute bit of courage, and walked down the hall towards the reason for the recent upset to my carefully structured world.
“Get ‘em, girl,” a sweet, familiar voice called after me, reminding me to be strong.
WOW. ALL I can say is wow.
The beautiful siren with her deadly mace and killer, green eyes was the assistant to the lender I had chosen, Ben Johnson. Fate had a funny way of playing her masterful games. The moment the brown-haired beauty had run into my chest for the second time in two days, I’d been put under her spell indefinitely.
After hearing a very fatherly ‘you hurt her, I will kill you’ speech from Ben, he called her back into the conference room. Clearly, he could see the chemistry we had. He’d have to be fucking blind not to, which I happened to know a thing or two about considering I was nearly a blind man yesterday.
She hesitantly rounded the corner. Her cute, little chin was held high in obvious faux bravery.
What the hell is she so out to prove anyway?
Her heels clicked into the conference room while she successfully avoided my stare. I knew she felt me watching her because she blushed as she sat down and got right to business. I smiled as I studied those perfect, pouty lips. For the next hour, I tried not to watch her, especially when she would chew nervously at her bottom lip. It made me want to chew on it too. And suck on it…
This girl was serious about her job as she efficiently took notes and asked Ben the appropriate questions. I even got the raised eyebrow a couple of times from Ben when he’d catch me staring at her. Shit, the old man probably thought I was a damn pussy instead of the respectable builder I’d become.
At the close of our meeting, Ben looked at his watch and, after shaking my hand, excused himself to meet his wife for lunch. I stood, watching Lia as she gathered her notes and other documents I had provided.
“Go out with me,” I told her boldly, startling her from her task.
She peered up at me with those green orbs that said so much and frowned. “Cale, I told you I don’t date,” she sighed with frustration.
“Why, Lia? Why won’t you have dinner with me? What are you so afraid of?” I demanded with genuine confusion.
She flinched at my last question. The girl was a damn knockout and basically deemed herself to be unavailable for reasons unknown to me. I was going to try like hell to figure out what those reasons were.
“Look,” she said in a tone that made me think she’d said this little speech a few times before. “You’re a nice guy and I am extremely sorry I maced you—even if you did deserve it.”
That last part had me cocking an eyebrow. I grinned at her and she couldn’t help but return it. But she slowly dropped the smile and continued on.
“It’s just that you are a client and it’s unprofessional. I’d never do that to Pops. Can we please just call a truce so we can carry on a strictly professional relationship?”
She was the kind of girl I wanted to say yes to. To make her world spin just the way she liked it. She was my green-eyed goddess and I her lonely disciple, waiting for her every command. But this? No, this I couldn’t do.