Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Know what?”
“About your…proclivities?”
A smile graced his handsome face. “I don’t make a habit of discussing my sex life with the people who work for me.” His eyes dropped to my lips and returned to meet mine with a gleam. “Although, I believe you work for me now, so I suppose I can make an exception when warranted.”
An exception? Was he…suggesting we discuss his sex life? A slight breeze blew, wafting his cologne to my nose. Great, he smells amazing too.
“Look.” I shook my head, attempting to clear it. “I had no idea who you were when I agreed to meet you, and I’m not going to say anything to Edmund, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I wasn’t worried about it.”
“Then why did you follow me to the ladies’ room?”
“I wanted to know who the man you’re with is.”
“Man? You mean Miles?”
He nodded. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“Miles is gay.”
“So just friends then?”
“Well, I’m not a man, so of course. But why do you want to know?”
We stared at each other. I tried to figure out what was going through his head, but he wasn’t an easy man to read. Ignoring my question, he held his hand out and gestured to the door. “You should be getting back. Someone might come looking for you.”
Why was it that everything that came out of this man’s mouth was the last thing I expected? When I didn’t immediately head to the door, he put a hand on my lower back and guided me to walk. Electricity shot through me, and I looked at Jagger to see if he felt the same thing. If he did, he was better at hiding it.
He opened the door, and two steps into the hallway, Miles turned the corner at the other end. The three of us continued to walk until we met in the middle. I stopped, but Jagger kept going, passing without a word. Miles and I both turned and watched as he stopped at the hostess station and then kept right on going out the front door of the restaurant.
My friend turned back to me. “What the hell was that about?”
I shook my head. “I have no damn clue.”
***
Saturday morning, I was already in the living room when Miles walked out. He stretched his hands over his head.
“Morning, cookie.”
“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Like a baby with visions of sugar-Doms dancing in my head.”
I chuckled and gestured to the kitchen. “There’s coffee in the pot.”
Miles poured his caffeine fix and looked out the window. He grinned. “It’s raining on their wedding day.”
“They say that’s good luck.”
“Only to make the brides with frizzy hair feel better.” He tilted his mug to me. “You want a refill?”
“No, thanks. I’ve already had two cups. Any more will make me jittery. Or should I say even more jittery.”
Miles sat down on the chair across from me and slurped his coffee. “Do you think the Daddy Dom is going to be at the wedding?”
“I thought you were calling him Dungeon King last night?”
“I’m still trying on names. Haven’t found the perfect fit yet. But I’m thinking it should have an alliterative twist.” He sipped from his mug. “So he has to be invited, right?”
That question had kept me up for hours. “A few months ago, when Mom mentioned there were going to be three hundred and fifty people at the wedding, I asked who the heck they all were because our family isn’t very big, and neither is her husband’s. She said Edmund has a lot of business associates. So I think there’s a very good possibility his boss might be one of them.”
“Have you done a deep dive on him yet?”
“What would make you think that?”
Miles shrugged. “You’ve done it on everyone else you’ve gone out with.”
“But I’m not going out with Jagger.”
Miles grinned. “What did you find out?”
I rolled my eyes and turned my laptop to face him. “He was in the military.”
“Reall-y?” He got up from the chair and sat next to me on the couch. “Did you find any pictures of him in uniform?”
“No, but one of the articles mentioned he was a troubled youth, whatever that means.”
Miles tucked his feet under his ass. “Hot and a bad boy. Me likey. Tell me more.”
“Well, he’s thirty-two, went to state college—not some Ivy League school—and he did his bachelor’s degree in thirty months, rather than taking the full four years.”
“An overachiever, just like you.”
“Overachiever? It took me six years to get my four-year degree.”
“But only because you took a little break. You’re brilliant and gorgeous. He’s brilliant and gorgeous. Sounds like a match made in heaven, if you ask me. You should tell him you graduated high school at sixteen and got a perfect SAT score. That’ll impress a fellow member of MENSA.”
“I’m not a member of MENSA.”
He sipped his coffee. “But you could be.”