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)
“Everything is about sex, you idiot.”
“Not this.”
“Oh my god.” She puts her head into her hands. “Have I taught you nothing?”
“Too much, actually.”
“So did he call you?”
“Nope.”
She drags her hand down her face. “Go home right now and FaceTime him naked.”
“No way.”
“I’m not even joking, he is the hottest male on the planet. Stop playing games with him.”
“He’s the one playing games,” I fire back. “If he wants to see me he has to make more of an effort than jerking off in my back room.”
Her mouth falls open as her eyes hold mine. “He jerked off in the back room. Did he come?”
I smile and her eyes widen.
She simulates sliding down her chair. “God…I see what you’re doing for others. When is it my turn?”
“It was so hard not calling him, but I have faith that he’s going to call me.”
“He has to, right?”
“Honestly—” I shrug, “—I don’t even know.” I think for a moment. “Luckily I’m going to Paris this weekend. It will take my mind off it.”
“Why on earth would you ever want to take your mind off seeing Edward Prescott jerk off for you?” She thinks for a moment. “Wait, did he have lube or….”
“He spat in his hand.”
Her eyes roll back in her head as she fans her face. “I’m. Dying.”
I giggle. “Me and you both.”
Paris….
The cure for all. The right to the wrongs, everything is rosy in Paris.
At least it is for me.
I smile into my glass of wine at my tiny table for one as I look around the romantic restaurant. Candles are on the tables and people are chattering away and having a grand old time.
“Can I take your order?” the waiter asks.
“Oui.” I smile. “You can.”
I check myself out in the elevator mirror, fitted dress, flat ballet shoes and my hair swept up into a ponytail. I think I’m nailing the cute corporate look…well, at least giving it a red-hot crack. I’m excited for today, Nel Davenport is the contact of contacts, and if all I was supposed to reconnect with Edward for was to meet her then so be it. She texted me yesterday about our meeting this morning and I’ve never been more excited.
The elevator doors open and I stride out into the foyer, I’ve got this.
Even if I haven’t, I’m going to fake it till I make it.
I walk into the restaurant and look around and I see her sitting by the window with her laptop open.
I nearly skip over to her. “Nel Davenport?” I ask.
“Yes, you must be Alora Sorenson?” She smiles as she stands.
“Hi.” My voice comes out high and squeaky.
Play it cool
“I mean…hi,” I say lower as I hold out my hand to shake hers. “It’s nice to meet you.” God, she’s beautiful. Even more stunning in real life than in photos.
“I hope you drink coffee.” She gestures to the table. “I already ordered.” A cup of something black as the depths of hell sits in front of me.
Eesh….
“Thank you, I love coffee.” I smile, not a lie, I do love coffee, just more the type that doesn’t kill you.
“So….” She looks me up and down. “You’re a friend of Edward’s.”
“Oh, well.” I act casual. “An old friend, but we reconnected recently at a charity auction.” I shrug as the need to elaborate takes over, I’ll go with his story, “I went to college with his sister in London and when he found out that I owned an antique store he wanted me to meet you about the refurbishment of the hotel.”
“Oh, how fascinating.” She smiles all dreamily as she leans on her hand. “You’ve known Edward for a long time then.”
Hmm….
Something tells me that Nel Davenport is interested in more than the refurb.
“I have.”
“So were you as shocked as I was?”
“About?”
“Him and Hermione breaking up.”
“Did they break up?” I act oblivious.
She looks left and right as if about to commit a crime. “My sister’s best friend’s cousin is Hermione’s personal assistant.”
“She has an assistant?”
“Yes, and out of the blue, Edward called it off with her a few weeks ago,” she whispers. “Apparently she’s devastated.”
It’s blatantly obvious that she likes him, and I begin to hear my jealous heartbeat in my ears. “When was this?” I ask.
I haven’t heard from Edward at all. I have, however, watched the security footage an alarmingly large amount of times and my poor vibrator has been working double time.
“I don’t know, apparently he abruptly broke up with her but nobody knows why.”
Boom
Boom
Boom goes my heart.
“So when he messaged me yesterday and said he was coming to Paris to see me….” She cuts herself off with a shrug. “I mean….”
I wait for her to finish her sentence….
Wait, what?
“He’s coming here?” I stammer. “To see you?”
What the hell?
“Oh my god,” she whispers as she sits back. “Here he comes now.”
I look up and see him walking though the restaurant, gray suit and dark hair, looking like he just stepped off the catwalk. He has two bodyguards trailing behind him.