Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
All I can feel is his hardness. His chest, his stomach. His cock.
I’m shaking with anticipation of feeling it all and more and everywhere.
He pulls at the buttons of my pajama top, not letting go of my face, holding me in place, like he just can’t get enough.
I know that feeling.
I don’t help him. Won’t help him. I dig my hands into his hair, and all of a sudden, he pulls away.
“Fuck,” he gasps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, Efa.”
I can’t think of anything to say.
“Yes, please?” I ask.
“No,” he booms. “I’ve told you. We can’t. Not now. Not when I know you want a job. It’s like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“But you’re not,” I say. “I’m not thinking that if I sleep with you, you’ll hire me. It’s Fort Inc., not Buy Your Discount Electricals Here Inc. You want the best. I just have to convince you that I meet your criteria. Sex has nothing to do with that.”
He scrubs his hands over his face. “I can’t. It doesn’t matter what you say, I can’t let it happen. I would feel like I’ve abused my position.”
Gah. Why does he have to be such a stand-up guy?
“I have to leave,” he says and heads to the door.
I follow him. “Then why did you come?” I ask him.
He stops, one hand on the door handle, and frowns like he thinks I’ve missed something. “To get you to sign the NDA.”
“You could have put it in my letterbox.” I fold my arms. “Handed it to me tomorrow when I change your sheets. You could have slipped it under my door. You had other options. But you didn’t use any of them.”
He pushes his thumb over his temple. “I wanted to make sure you signed it.”
I raise my eyebrows because I haven’t signed it, and he came right on in and took a seat on my sofa. “How’s that working out for you?” I ask.
“Good night, Efa,” he says and leaves.
I’ve not gotten the six orgasms I deserve, but at least I’ve left him frustrated as hell, in every sense of the word.
NINE
Bennett
I could be locked away in the dining room, but I’m working at the desk in the living area of my suite, determined to torture myself.
Or not.
Depending on who comes to service the suite today.
I’m acting like a three-year-old with zero self-control. What on earth am I hoping to achieve by sitting here while she cleans around me? A boner? Apart from that, nothing positive can come out of me being near her, unable to have her.
Yet here I sit.
The click of the door lock echoes in my ear like it’s a mallet on a gong. Does it indicate the start of something or my impending doom?
Either. Both?
I don’t look around to see if she’s here today. I’m concerned that if the older woman is with her, she’ll know immediately what I’m thinking. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself.
I try to work. I respond to emails. I try to read a report one of the technicians has sent me, but I read the first line over and over. It’s like someone’s coated the words in Teflon and I slide over them, unable to absorb their meaning.
I don’t know how long it’s been, but the room has gone quiet behind me. I’m tempted to stand, to investigate if there’s anyone still here. Before I can, my eye snags on someone emerging from the bathroom. I snap my head back to the laptop before I can see who it is, but I already know. I can feel her. She’s here. And it brings me peace and war in the same breath.
What is it with this woman?
Okay, we had a great night together. A fantastic night together. There was a connection beyond the physical that I’m not used to feeling. But I’ve built a billion-dollar company. I’m used to being able to give up the temptation of tasting the apple of today to grow the orchard of tomorrow. So why is resisting her so damn difficult?
Yes, she’s beautiful. But this is New York City. Beautiful women are everywhere.
And she’s smart. Like really smart—even though she says it herself. That’s a turn-on, sure.
Then there’s her ass, so deliciously round in contrast to her narrow waist, begging my hands to span the luscious width of it, moving her to my will.
Her long legs that draw me in, like a road I know leads only to nirvana.
And that smile that tells me she’s in on the joke, but isn’t about to tell me until I’ve told her all my secrets.
I’m so fucking done.
Unable to resist any longer, I turn around, not caring what expression she sees on my face. She’ll know I’m looking for her and her alone.