Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I think that went well,” Portia said. She giggled. “You know, I had no idea that Mr. Ulrich would do something like this.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why not? HAUTESCENE is getting a lot of buzz right now. It might even be good for his agency. And you know he’s kind of a clotheshorse,” I added.
“It’s not that,” Portia said, and she bit her lip and flushed.
“What is it, then?” I asked. The question came out more sharply than I’d intended, and Portia’s pink flush darkened to red.
“It’s just ... well, he hates leaving the office in the middle of the day unless it’s like, to meet a client,” Portia said, and I could tell by the frightened look in her eyes that she knew she was overstepping. “But for some reason he really wanted to do this.”
I frowned.
There was something fishy about this entire situation.
But infuriatingly, I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The shoot ended and Nico strode over to where I was standing with Portia. He was wearing those obscene track pants again and I had to yank my eyes away from his bulge, knowing just how perfect his cock and balls looked when he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It was like he’d done it on purpose just to mess with me, and I wasn’t having it.
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at him. Nico was sweaty and damp from the heat of the lights, and the look on his face reminded me of how he looked after we’d finished a hot fuck.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked.
17
Nico – Friday
I stared at Harper, unaware of if I’d really just heard her ask that question.
Had she really asked if there was anything she could do for me?
With that fucking look on her face, like she was just daring me to speak my mind?
How was I going to tell her the truth – in front of Portia, no less? That she looked fucking ravishing in those skinny jeans that hugged her ass and the top that showed more cleavage than would have been appropriate in any industry other than fashion? I had the sinking suspicion that she’d worn that just to torment me, the same way I’d worn my track pants just to tease her.
If a game was what Harper wanted, well, I’d make sure that she got exactly that.
Portia giggled nervously, completely misinterpreting the tension between us and Harper’s question.
“I’m Mr. Ulrich’s assistant,” she said. “I can take care of him.”
I smirked. As soon as Harper saw my expression, she flushed.
“Well,” I said to Portia. “Go collect the suits from the dressing room. They’re a gift from HAUTESCENE.”
“Is there anything else?” Portia asked.
I frowned. In Harper, that kind of submissive attitude would have turned me on more than anything, but coming from Portia it just fell flat.
“No,” I said.
Portia nodded. Still, she stood there, and I could feel the hot tension coming from Harper in waves.
“Portia, please leave us,” I said curtly.
Portia nodded again, then scurried away.
“I’m sorry,” I said casually. “Did you really just ask if you could do anything for me?” Harper didn’t answer, and I continued: “Anything?”
Harper pressed her lips together. She couldn’t have known what I wanted – that all I wanted to do was throw her down on the floor in front of everyone and yank those obscenely tight jeans down her legs and fuck her, really show her who was boss.
I inched closer. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you asked that,” I said in a low voice, right in Harper’s ear. “Just like you knew what you were doing when you picked that obscenely sexy outfit.”
Harper bit her lip and I had to restrain the powerful urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply.
“I need to see you again,” I said urgently.
Harper looked up at me with wide eyes.
“And I need you to say it,” I ordered her in a low voice.
Harper flushed a delicious pink. She licked her lower lips and took her time, like a cat toying with a mouse. God, I fucking loved how she tried to control me – it was the exact thing I never thought that I’d find sexy.
On the other hand, Harper could probably do anything she wanted and come across as looking like a goddess.
“Okay,” she said. “I want to see you again.”
“Do you?” I teased. “Or are you only stringing me along, giving me what you think I want?”
Harper closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. I could see her pulse racing at the tender spot under her jaw, and I reached out and stroked a finger down her arm.
“I want to see you again,” she said finally. “I do. I really do.”
I grinned.
“Good,” I said. “Then what should we do?”