Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“In my defense, she’s putting it on me all the time because he has no interest in sex. So if he were doing his job correctly I wouldn’t have to do it for him.”
“So it’s a public service then?”
“Exactly,” he agrees. “He should be thanking me for taking one for the team.”
“Hey, bring Alora over on Saturday night, I’ll host dinner,” Theo says as he lines up his ball.
“I can’t, we’ll be away.”
“Where you going?”
“I’m taking her home to the UK to meet the family.”
Their eyes all come to me. “Are you serious?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Alright, this is going too far. Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with Prescott?”
ALORA
“Good morning, Mr. Prescott.”
“Good morning,” he replies as he climbs out of the car and onto the tarmac.
He holds his hand out for me. “Come, my love.”
My love.
Edward is in his customary perfectly fitted suit; his back is ramrod straight and power oozes out of his every cell. Just the sight of him makes me weak at the knees.
Seriously…this man.
People run and rush around to move the luggage from the car to the plane. “Watch your step.” Edward calmly holds my hand to lead me up the stairs.
It’s funny, I don’t see much of Edward with or around his guards. They are either alone with me or leaving us alone. Though this week since the whole Isadora saga they’ve been around more and it’s quite comical how different they are around him. Everybody is on high alert as if he’s about to blow at any moment.
Is he really that much of a tyrant?
Somehow seeing him in all his bossy, dominant glory just makes him even more delicious.
The captain and flight attendants stand at the top of the stairs. “Good morning, Mr. Prescott.” The captain smiles.
“Good morning.” Edward shakes his hand, he smiles to the flight attendants. “Hello.”
“You remember Alora.”
“Yes, hello.” Everyone politely smiles.
Hmm, it’s the same crew as last time. Do they work full-time for him? What happens when he’s not flying anywhere…. Do they just sit around waiting for the call-up?
God, this man has more money than sense.
He leads me by the hand up the aisle and I take a seat; he puts my purse in the overhead and fusses around.
“Can I get you anything to drink, sir?”
“I’ll have a fresh juice, please.” He looks over to me. “Would you like anything?”
“I’ll have champagne, please.”
Amusement flashes across his face. “It’s 8 a.m.”
“Yes, I know, but I decided whenever I get on this plane that it’s time for celebration.” I click in my seat belt.
The flight attendant tries to hide her smile and fails miserably.
“Am I right?” I say to her.
“I would have to agree.” She smiles.
Edward gets his laptop, sits down beside me, and opens it up. “I have to work for a while, sweetheart.” He slides his hand up my thigh as his eyes stay on the computer.
“Okay.” I look up to catch the flight attendants exchange glances at him calling me sweetheart. It’s obvious the both of them are crushing hard on my man.
Grrr….
Yeah, you heard it straight from the horse’s mouth…wench.
I’m his sweetheart, so eyes off.
And get me my damn champagne.
I twist my lips, annoyed, and look out the window to see that they are still loading suitcases.
“Jeez,” I whisper. “How many suitcases did you bring?”
“A few.” He types.
“Your champagne.” Wench number one smiles.
“Thank you.” I take it from her, now feeling a little embarrassed about my alcoholic ways. I wait until she’s out of earshot and I lean in and whisper, “Couldn’t you have at least ordered a drink to make me appear less loserish?”
“Perhaps being less loserish would help your situation,” he mutters as he types.
I think for a moment and then lean in to whisper to him again, “I’m going to get rolling drunk and do a striptease while I stand on the seat.”
“I look forward to it.” He smiles as he reads something.
I sip my champagne and look around. “What do you think we will do today when we get there?” I take a big gulp.
“Fuck,” he says loudly.
I snort my champagne up my nose and cough. “Shh,” I whisper as I look around. “They’re going to think you’re a complete sex maniac.”
“Says the stripper.”
The plane begins to move. “Did you pack me stripper clothes?” I whisper.
“Absolutely,” he whispers back as he plays along.
“What else did you pack for me?”
“Handcuffs.”
I smile goofily as the plane hurtles down the runway and I grip his hand in mine. “This pilot knows what he’s doing, right?”
“I sincerely hope so.”
My eyes roam over the huge stone wall that is covered in ivy as my stomach flutters with nerves.
We’re here, at Edward’s family home and I’m about to meet his father for the first time and I can’t help but feel that I’m here to get his seal of approval, what happens if I fuck this up? The black Bentley pulls into the drive and stops at the giant metal gates, a guard smiles from the watchhouse and pushes a button, the gates slowly open.