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)
Something about Edward announcing that to Pascal is just so like him and so bastardish that it brings an unwelcome hit to my funny bone.
Arrogant asshole.
I roll my lips to hide my smirk
“You think this is funny?” he snaps.
“No,” I stammer. “It’s just….” I shake my head in disbelief. “He said this to you at the table in front of everyone? He has a girlfriend, Pascal, are you sure you heard him right?”
“No, we went outside to talk in private and ended up going upstairs to the library.”
“The library?” I squeak. Oh fuck me dead…the same library we kissed in only an hour before.
There’s no doubt about it, I’m going straight to hell on the slut bus.
“I….” I shrug. “I don’t know what to say. He’s not normally like that, I’m lost for words.”
“I know this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.” He sips his wine casually.
It may have a little bit to do with me.
I need to forget about the other night, telling Pascal what happened is only going to break us up and truth be told, Edward doesn’t even care. This is just a game to him. He’s not worth it.
“Look.” I take Pascal’s hand over the table. “Edward Prescott has nothing to do with us.”
He gives me a stifled smile.
“He only said that to upset you.”
“It worked.”
“I’m sorry.” I give him a sad smile. “Can we just put the auction and Edward Prescott out of our minds and concentrate on each other, please?”
“I’d like that.” He smiles as he squeezes my hand in his.
The server comes back over. “Are you ready to order?”
“Sorry, yes.” I open my menu; I stare at the choices but the words are blurred.
He’s going to fuck you so deep and so hard that you won’t remember my name.
I feel overly heated as the image plays out in my mind.
Dear lord….
MONDAY MORNING.
My bicycle bounces as I mount the curb. “Morning, Franck.”
“Morning, Alora. Beautiful day.”
“It is.” I dismount and walk my bike around to the side of my shop and tie it up.
I’m a little late today, Pascal and I had wonderful makeup sex all night and everything is rosy again.
I push the heavy door open and the bell rings to announce my arrival.
“Hi, Jonty.” I smile.
“Bonjour, Alora.” He passes me a cup of coffee and widens his eyes. “The auction was successful?”
“It was.” I walk to my office and stop on the spot at the door.
Big blue eyes meet mine. “You’re late,” Edward growls.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ALORA
Wearing a charcoal suit and a crisp white shirt, he is sitting behind my desk.
In. My. Chair.
He runs his tongue over his teeth as if annoyed. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
“And I don’t like you sitting in my chair,” I fire back.
Jonty scuttles to the front of the store, scared for his life.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper angrily.
“Waiting for my internship to begin.”
“There is no internship,” I spit as I look around. I discreetly close my office door. “You know damn well there isn’t.”
“Ha.” He leans back in my chair. “What the hell did I pay for, then?”
“You paid for the right to be a fucking idiot.”
He smirks and raises his chin. “What kind of employer curses at their intern?”
“What kind of a man tells someone that he is going to fuck their girlfriend so hard that she won’t remember their name?”
His eyes dance with mischief. “He told you?”
“Yes, he told me,” I fume.
“He’s even wimpier than I thought.”
“How is telling me wimpy?”
“Well, if someone said that to me about my woman—” his dark eyes hold mine, “—they wouldn’t live to tell the tale, let alone go running home to Mommy.”
“You might not live to tell the tale,” I spit. “Get out of my chair.”
“No.” He keeps sitting there. “When I am in this office, this will be my chair.”
“Edward.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I don’t know what you’re playing at.”
“I’m playing at five hundred thousand euros and you…had better start cooperating.”
“That was before I knew you were goading my boyfriend,” I whisper angrily.
“I do wonder.” He spins back and forth on my chair. “What did he say about you kissing me?”
My eyes bulge from their sockets. “Keep your voice down,” I whisper as I look around guiltily. “Do not ever speak of that again, and you, kissed me not the other way around.”
He smirks as his eyes hold mine and damn it, why is he so fucking attractive?
It’s criminal.
“So….” He steeples his fingers in front of him. “What happens now?”
“What happens now?” I repeat.
“Yes, what happens now?”
Who the hell knows what happens now, not me that’s for sure.
I grab a feather duster and hold it out to him. “Go…clean something.”
“The only thing I’m going to be cleaning are the cobwebs out of your vagina.” His eyes dance with delight. He’s playing with me now and honestly, his attempt at humor is way off. I’m on the edge of losing my living shit.