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)
“We’ll stay half an hour and then we’re out of there.”
I chew my bottom lip as I think.
“Do you want this guy or not?”
“Honestly, I don’t even know anymore.”
“Work that out when he wants you.” He stands. “Come on, let’s get to it.”
“To it?”
“Tell me a little bit about you so I can at least hold a conversation.”
“Oh, my name is Alora Sorenson, I own an antique shop in Nice, also American.”
“How did we meet?”
“Um.” I shrug. “How did we meet?”
“I’m a doctor and you were a patient of mine and I was besotted with you.”
That sounds cool. I bite my lip to hide my smile.
“Nice to meet you, Alora Sorenson.” He smiles as he clinks his drink with mine once more.
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Thomas Stone.” I smile back, this guy is so unexpected, cute, and smart and not in the least what I expected. “What the hell are you doing in this job?”
He chuckles. “Having the time of my life.” He drains his glass and holds his hand out to mine. “Are you ready to do this?”
“I guess.” I wince. “But just so you know, we are not having sex tonight.”
His eyes sparkle with mischief. “But if we do, we do. No harm done.”
“We aren’t.” I smile as I take his hand in mine.
“Okay, only maybe.” He pulls me out the door. “What’s this guy’s name anyway?”
“Edward.”
“Okay, Edward, prepare to sweat.”
We walk down the hall and get into the elevator and he steps toward me and fixes my hair, his eyes drop down to my breasts and he runs a finger over my clavicle. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he breathes as his gaze follows his finger.
Nerves dance in my stomach at his touch.
He leans in and kisses my cheek. “Let’s go get him,” he whispers in my ear. The elevator doors open. “It’s showtime.” He takes my hand and leads me through the foyer. “Where are we going?”
“Just to the bar in this hotel.”
“Alright.” He looks around. “This way.” We walk through a corridor and into a large bar area, it’s painted in a dark maroon and the furniture is all vintage. There is a huge dark wooden bar in the center with chunky big stools around it.
“Hmm, it’s pretty nice in here, actually.” I smile, impressed.
“It is.” He looks around. “Are they here yet?”
“No, I don’t see them.”
“Let’s go stand in the corner over there.”
“Okay,”
“I’ll get us a drink. Another champagne?”
“Yes please.”
He disappears to the bar and I stand to the side; I still can’t believe I am actually going through with this, my mind is a whirl of possibilities. “Here you are, my dear.” He passes me a glass of champagne. “I got us the good stuff.”
“Thanks.” I smile as I take a sip. “Oh yum.” From my peripheral vision I catch sight of Edward walking into the bar. “Here he comes.”
“Where?”
I point with my chin as I glance over to see that he has a beautiful woman on his arm. “Who the hell is that girl?” I frown. “Where’s Nel?”
“Which one is he?”
“The guy in the navy jacket.”
“Oh fuck.” Thomas spins to turn his back to them.
“What’s wrong?”
“I know him.”
“What?” My eyes widen in horror. “You know him?”
Edward and the woman go to the bar.
He drags his hand through his hair. “You didn’t tell me he was a Kingsman.”
“A what man?”
“That’s what they call them.”
“Who?”
“Society.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I whisper angrily.
“The Riviera Brat Pack, they call them the Kingsmen.” He’s openly rattled. “You’re going to get me fucking killed.”
“You actually know him?” I begin to sweat as I see Edward approaching us from my peripheral vision.
“I don’t know him as such, I know who he’s friends with: Sinclair Montague, and the prince, Theodore Chapelle. His name is Edward Prescott, right? He’s the casino mogul.”
“Yes.” The blood drains from my face. “Oh my god, you do know him? Your ad says you were discreet,” I whisper. “You don’t seem very discreet so far.”
“Change of plans,” he whispers. “Just roll with it.”
“Roll with what?”
“Good evening.” Edward’s swoony voice cuts the air.
“Hello.” I smile.
Thomas turns toward him. “Hello.”
Edward’s eyes land on Thomas and he blinks as if surprised.
“Edward, this is Thomas. Thomas, this is Edward,” I splutter.
Thomas holds his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”
Edward nods but doesn’t reply, his eyes are locked on Thomas’s.
“Haha, who is this?” I laugh in a high-pitched voice.
So help me god.
“My apologies.” Edward snaps out of it. “This is Colette.” He puts his hand on the small of her back as he introduces her.
“Bonjour.” She smiles as we shake her hand. She has long blond hair and a stunning face. She’s wearing a skintight black dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Who the hell is this woman…and why is his hand on her back?
Does he just have beautiful women on speed dial everywhere he goes…ugh, and why are they always blond? My eyes dart around as I search for the closest exit and that’s when I see his three bodyguards standing by the wall, watching us.