Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Traffic looks like hell. I decide to grab the company car instead of driving myself. That’s a decision I come to regret almost immediately. I glance down at my watch and realize I’m going to be late if this driver doesn’t speed up. He’s hit every goddamn bump in the road and barely missed two pedestrians. “I’m running late,” I tell him. “Can you hurry up?” And maybe pay attention to the fucking road, I add silently.
Next time, I’ll grab my own SUV out of the garage instead of taking a company car. The driver grumbles something under his breath while picking up speed. He stops in front of Tony’s Steakhouse with three minutes to spare. “I’ll find my own way back to the office,” I tell him. Hell, walking is preferable to letting that asshole drive me.
When I step inside the restaurant, the hostess smiles at me. “Please follow me,” she states when I tell her who I’m meeting, then she leads me through the darkened restaurant. We step around a corner, and I see my sister sitting at a private booth in the back.
As I step close to the table, I take a blow right to the chest. The darkened room blurs around us as I stare down at perfection. The curvy dark-haired angel sitting across from Raven blows my mind. Onyx waves fall wildly around her delicate, heart-shaped face, and I notice dark auburn streaks running through her thick curls. Her steel gray eyes meet mine, and she smiles shyly. My heart melts while my cock jumps, watching her sharp, white teeth sink into her plump bottom lip. Suddenly, my dress pants feel way the fuck too small.
“Hawk.” My oblivious sister smiles at me before pointing to the luscious woman. “This is Tia Jamison.” Raven frowns as she turns to point at me. “Tia, this is my brother, Hawk.”
On autopilot, I extend my hand to the beautiful woman. Our palms meet, and electricity blasts down my spine. I watch her pale throat as she swallows, and I realize the little kitten is affected, too. Thank God, I’m not experiencing this craziness alone.
“Mr. Knightley.” Even her voice is stunning. My blood heats as tingles run across my overheated skin. I barely resist the urge to throw her over my shoulder and rush for the door. Shaking my head, I attempt to get a grip on my skyrocketing emotions while wondering if I’m losing my mind.
My knees weaken. “Please, call me Hawk,” I manage to mutter before sliding into the booth next to Tia. She’s wearing a tiny black dress stretched across her abundant curves. Her silky tanned thighs catch my attention as her delicate floral fragrance surrounds me. My cock hardens uncomfortably but I ignore the pain. This girl just changed my entire fucking existence. And I’m not going to question my good luck.
Once we get through this fucking meeting and lose my sister, I plan to make a few things very clear to my little kitten. She’s mine, all mine, and her luscious curves are for my eyes only. No more short, tight goddamn skirts. I wonder if she’ll agree to head-to-toe coverings? I shake the crazy thought away and attempt to listen to the conversation going on around me.
My sister chatters on, filling the uncomfortable silence surrounding us while I stare at the stunning beauty. My mind whirls with plans to keep her, and I’m pleasantly surprised when I’m able to make somewhat appropriate responses. “Tia represents Pussycat Rebellion, and I know you’ll love them. They’re playing at the rock festival in Daytona this weekend,” Raven rattles on before nudging my foot under the table. I momentarily snap from my stupor and glance around the table. Both women are staring at me, and I wonder what I missed. “I asked if you’d like to hear their demo,” Raven grits out through clenched teeth.
“Definitely.” An idea suddenly flashes through my mind as I remember her words from a few moments ago. “Why don’t I go to the festival with Tia, and I can hear them in person?” I glance over at my future wife and smile. “We can talk after the performance.”
I leave out the part where I plan to make her mine before we return from Florida. She’ll figure it out on her own at some point.
CHAPTER TWO
TIA
Holy cow! I drop onto my bed and reach for my notebook to fan myself. Did I imagine the last few hours? Surely, I’m going to wake up and find this has all been a dream. There’s no way Hawk Knightley is flying us to the music festival this weekend on his private jet.
My phone rings, interrupting my crazy thoughts. “How did your lunch go?” my mother asks when I answer. I’m surprised she waited this long to call. While my overprotective family trusts me and my abilities, they are constantly checking on me. Trying to prove that I’m capable of doing this job while exerting my independence isn’t easy. I almost feel like I have to work harder than any other employees so people forget my last name is Jamison.