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)
Jagger studied me. “This is a business meeting, and I’m your boss. Or more precisely, your boss’s boss’s boss.”
“Okay.” I shrugged. “Then I quit.”
His brows jumped. “You…quit?”
I nodded. “Now, can we speak freely for five minutes?”
Again I could see the wheels in his head spinning. After a long while, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell. Punching a few buttons, he set it on the table between us. He smirked as he hit the button to start a five-minute timer and held out his hand.
“Ladies first.”
“I can ask anything and you’ll answer?”
He pointed to the ticking clock. “You’re wasting valuable time.”
I exhaled in a rush and nodded. So many questions about this man had swirled in my head over the last few days, but now that I had the opportunity to ask them—I panicked and drew a blank. “I pass. You go first.”
A smile formed on his perfect lips. “Are you still a virgin?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Would you have slept with me if I hadn’t told you I had no idea what the app was for and that I was a virgin?”
His gaze was intense. “Absolutely. Why are you still a virgin? Is it a religious thing?”
I smiled. “You’re really hung up on my virginity, huh?”
He practically groaned. “It’s been difficult to think about much else for days.”
I took a moment to let his comment sink in. But after a few beats, Jagger tapped the side of his phone, reminding me of the rapidly disappearing seconds. “Right. Sorry. I’m still a virgin because of my ex. Brendan comes from a super-religious family. His father is a deacon, so he wanted to wait until marriage.” I paused. “At least that’s what he told me. A few months after we broke up, I walked in on him and my stepsister. So apparently, the issue was more that he didn’t want to have sex with me than he didn’t want to have sex.”
Jagger’s eyes darkened. “The man is a moron.”
I smiled. “Thank you. He also looked like a jackrabbit on top of her, so at least it doesn’t seem like I missed out on much.”
He smiled. “Your turn.”
“Are you attracted to me?”
“Every time you walk into a room, I lose focus. I don’t remember ever feeling so attracted to someone.”
“Oh. Wow.” I felt my cheeks heat again.
He tilted his head. “And you?”
“You have a mirror, don’t you?”
“Is that your question?”
I shook my head. “No, definitely not. What are you into? Like, BDSM?”
“I’m more into the dominance and discipline aspect of sexual relationships than I am inflicting pain. But I do enjoy a good spanking when one is warranted.”
I shook my head, looking away.
Jagger smiled. “Have you ever been spanked, Ms. Holland?”
“No.” I glanced down at his phone just as the timer dipped under one minute. How could the time have gone so fast?
Fifty-nine.
Fifty-eight.
Fifty-seven.
My insides felt like a shaken bottle of champagne with the top about to pop off. “Have you ever slept with someone you work with?”
The muscle in his jaw tensed. “Yes.”
“Someone who worked for you?”
He held up his index finger and moved it from side to side. “That’s two questions. I believe it’s my turn.”
“Oh, right.”
“Are you still on the prowl, intent to lose your virginity?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘on the prowl’, but yeah… I’d like to get it over with.”
“You deserve much more than getting it over with, Sutton.”
Feeling bold, I tilted my head. “Know anyone available to help me out with that?”
Jagger’s eyes dropped to my lips, then to the cell phone between us.
“Is that your question?”
Twenty-two.
Twenty-one.
Twenty.
Nineteen.
My heart pounded faster. “No.”
“It appears you may only get one more question,” he said. “Make it a good one.”
I looked him straight in the eyes. “Ever sleep with an intern?”
Jagger’s mouth curved to a wicked grin. “Not yet.”
CHAPTER 9
* * *
Sutton
Friday afternoon, Jack Gallo stopped by my cubicle. I hadn’t seen him since the breakroom on Tuesday morning.
“Hey.” He leaned his elbows on the half wall and smiled. “A bunch of us go out for happy hour one Friday a month. Tonight’s the night, if you’re up for joining.”
“Oh. I, uh…”
“Your fellow interns are all coming. I came down earlier to ask everyone, but you weren’t around.”
The week had been long, and I was tired, especially since I hadn’t yet adjusted to New York time and my sleep schedule had been wonky. “I’m actually kind of wiped out.”
He shrugged. “If you change your mind, we’ll be at the Copa.”
“The…Copa bar?” How many bars were in New York City? It seemed like a dozen lined each street, yet happy hour was at the same bar where I’d met Jagger for our DARE date? That seemed like an awfully big coincidence.
“Yeah, do you know it?”
I shook my head, as if admitting I’d been there was going to give my secret away. “No, but it sounds familiar.”