Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“What?”
“You work at the library now.” He shrugs. “No mopping, just dusting and sweeping over there. Go on, now.”
I leave the room and head to the elevator bank instead, anxious to confront Jameson about this, but Mr. Brice emerges from the closet.
I sigh and leave, walking out of the building and across the street.
Are you purposely avoiding my phone calls and texts?
You’re starting to sound like a stalker, Scarlett…Don’t make me sue you. (I’ll win)
You know what I mean.
I don’t.
Is this because I’m twenty?
It’s because of A LOT of things.
Name five.
After you pick up a broom. How’s the cleaning job going?
I stare at his message in disbelief—half hurt, half confused about him throwing this job in my face.
Okay, Jameson… FUCK YOU.
I don’t fuck minors.
I’m NOT a minor.
You might as well be.
I groan and half-ass dust the bookshelves that look like they haven’t been touched in over a decade.
I take a seat near the corner and simply wait for a sign of life before pretending to clean again.
In the middle of mime-cleaning the windows, I spot Jameson walking out to his car with an assistant close behind.
She begins placing boxes into his trunk, so I take my chance and rush downstairs.
His assistant is returning inside as he’s sliding behind the wheel, so I open the passenger door and slide onto the seat.
“We need to talk, Jameson,” I say.
“I’m too far removed from my high school days.” He looks over at me. “Surely you can find someone else to discuss mean girls and crushes.”
“I’m in college, asshole.”
“Thank you for finally admitting to what I already discovered days ago,” he says. “Good to know you’re dropping the marketing career angle—unless you want to hold on to that one?”
I gasp.
“Oh?” He glares at me. “You thought I wouldn’t figure that out, too?”
“I was planning to tell you about that...”
“When?” he asks. “When I was balls deep inside you?”
“No...”
“You’re at Hudson University, but you used to be at Harvard until—what? You decided to take your acting major to a whole new level by pretending to be someone new every day?”
“You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Doubt it,” he says. “Get out of my car. Now.”
“No. I need you to listen to me.”
“Okay.” He puts the car in park, and I let out a sigh.
But then he steps out and walks back toward the firm, leaving me inside.
“What the hell?” I step out and follow him.
“Jameson, seriously?”
“Yes, fucking seriously.” He spins around and glares at me. “What the fuck do you want to talk to me about?”
His roar echoes through the empty halls, and if there’s anyone on this level, I know they heard him.
“Hello?” He arches a brow. “What do you have to say?”
“I...” I lose my train of thought, and I can suddenly hear the same sound that ended our conversation weeks ago.
“Here.” Jameson grabs my hand and pulls me inside the mailroom.
Then he crosses his arms. “Talk away, Scarlett.”
“I only lie when it’s a means to get what I want.”
“That’s literally what every liar says.”
“It’s every lawyer, too,” I say. “Especially someone like you, right?”
He blinks.
“You seem like you’d like an established woman, so...” I shrug. “It’s not like I tried to trick you into marrying me.”
“Just fucking you.”
“You didn’t need to be tricked.” I roll my eyes. “I like you, and I think you like me, too... And I turn twenty-one soon, so I really don’t see the big deal.”
He serves me a blank stare.
“Your bio says you’re only twenty-eight.”
“My bio from eight years ago.”
I mentally calculate the math, realizing he’s thirty-six.
“Oh,” is all I can say.
“Are we done talking now?” he asks, dropping his arms. “Anything else?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“If I was thirty, would this be better?”
“Probably.”
“And you’re no longer attracted to me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But we’re done?”
“Yes, Scarlett.” He moves closer to me. “We are very much done.”
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be.” He stamps his mouth over mine, kissing me until all the breath leaves my lungs, until my knees begin buckling.
He gently pushes me to the side until my hips hit the desk.
Then he tears his mouth away and lifts me onto the top of it.
“Lay back.” He presses his hand against my thighs. “Now.”
I oblige, shutting my eyes as he slides my dress up to my stomach.
The sound of my panties tearing echoes off the walls, and the next thing I feel is his tongue darting against my clit.
“Ahhh...” I moan as he swirls his tongue against me, as he keeps me pinned down.
Unfamiliar pleasure wracks through me, and the moans that leave my lips become even louder.
Suddenly, he releases my left thigh, and before I can make my next move, he slides two fingers deep inside me.
Thrusting them in and out between his kisses, he renders me helpless within seconds.
I lean forward and grab a fistful of his hair, silently begging him to slow down.