Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
We took over the helm, and our first order of business was to revamp the entire business, starting with the name. Knightley Records became Inked Knight Records, and the rest is history. For the most part. Within two years, we’d signed Bent to an exclusive deal and the band’s popularity soared. The business arrangement solidified our hold on the record industry.
Our chrome and glass office building comes into view, and I breathe a sigh of relief and turn into the underground parking garage. I drive past my older brother’s designated spot and almost pull into my assigned parking spot when I notice the only other car in the garage. Who in the fuck drives a goddamn pink Volkswagen bug? I pull into my parking spot and grab my overnight case from my trunk. My other three bags will just have to wait until tomorrow.
I step into the elevator, already anticipating the warm, comfortable bed waiting for me upstairs, and press my thumb against the little glass reader. After the chrome doors slide shut, I lean back against the glass wall and listen to the tiny beeps as the elevator climbs past each floor to the top. The doors slide open, and I step into the dark apartment.
When the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I ignore the sensation. Telling myself exhaustion is turning me into a paranoid moron, I head straight to the master bedroom. Without turning on the lights, I drop my overnight bag inside the door and stumble into the bathroom for a quick shower. I see all the girly shit on the shower shelf and wonder if my sister has been staying here. Oh well. It’s one more thing I’ll worry about tomorrow.
After the quickest shower in history, I dry off and fall into the warm, inviting bed.
My eyes are drifting shut when I hear, “Please don’t hurt me,” whispered in the dark. I sit straight up in bed and fumble for the light. “I don’t have much money, but you can have it all.” The shake in her soft, smoky voice causes my heart to squeeze in my chest. When I turn and see the stunning beauty sitting up in bed clutching the sheet to her chest, I wonder if exhaustion is causing me to hallucinate. She’s the most perfect vision I’ve ever seen. Her delicious curves are mostly hidden beneath the white sheet, but I can make out enough to know she’s a fucking knockout. Auburn curls frame her delicate heart-shaped face. Fear and something else I can’t define shine from her bright emerald eyes as she leans as far away from me as possible without falling out the bed.
“Who the hell are you and how did you get into my apartment?” I almost smack my forehead when my irate voice echoes through the bedroom and her beautiful eyes widen even more.
She blinks several times and swallows. My eyes follow the movement of her long, elegant throat as the tiny gesture turns my cock to stone under the thick sheet. Her emerald eyes widen almost comically as she stares at my lap. As I watch, my gorgeous girl drags her eyes up to meet my eyes and asks, “How did you get in here?” I notice she neglected to answer my question.
If I want answers, I’m going to need to pull my head out of my ass and take control of this situation. “I used my key.” That’s mostly true. I actually used my finger scan, but I’m not going to split hairs. “And since I own this building and this apartment, I have every right to be here. Now, I’d like to know who the hell you are and how you got in.”
My eyes travel over her gorgeous body, from the top of her silky head, over her naked shoulders, to the plump curves peeking from the top of the sheet while images of handcuffing her to my bed and keeping her forever run through my mind.
“I’m Harper Sullivan, the new office manager.” My hellcat is on a roll now. “And I have every right to be here. Hawk and Raven said I could stay in the penthouse until my corporate apartment is ready.” She glares at me. “If you have a problem with me being here, take it up with your siblings.” Fucking hell. I vaguely remember Raven emailing me about our new employee.
When Josh, our long-time assistant, quit to start his own business, we discovered how much the asshole actually did. We soon decided that we needed help but not another assistant. After several long discussions-slash-arguments, we agreed to hire an office manager and handle all the other stuff ourselves.
When my sister told me that we’d offered the prospective employee a corporate apartment as part of her compensation in order to entice her to leave our competitor, I thought it was a stupidly expensive, useless idea. Of course, there’s no convincing my younger sister once her mind is made up, so I kept my opinions to myself.