Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
My mouth twisted. What the hell was going on? No matter what, I wasn’t about to be bamboozled by a beautiful woman. A psychic? Had Vanetti lost his mind?
Chapter 2
Serenity
Itook the soda Mr. Vanetti offered me and sat down to wait in his office, while he left to check on Stone, which was the name Mr. Vanetti told me he prefers. After he left, I couldn’t help imagining Stone in the shower, naked and dripping wet. Ugh. What was I thinking? I needed to keep my head in the game. Besides, getting involved with a man was the last thing on my to-do list, or any list for that matter.
Letting out a breath, I cracked the soda and took a sip, finally relaxing for the first time since coming here. Taking this job was probably the stupidest thing I’d ever done, but what choice did I have? The pay was too good to pass up, and with my lawyer’s fees stacking up, I had to do something.
And now I had to explain my psychic abilities to someone like Nathan Stone? Human-man-God and personification of all things sexy? It would be like trying to convince him that Santa Claus was real. He’d never believe me, and working with him would be pure hell.
Well… maybe not quite pure hell, I’d still get to look at him. Oh, boy. I was in trouble. The moment he’d stepped into the office replayed in my head. He’d come inside like he owned the place, and when his gaze landed on me… a palpable shock hit me in the chest. Tingles had spread through my whole body, and I’d wanted to throw myself at him, and taste those full lips.
I’d never had a reaction that strong in my life, even when I met Brandon. In fact, I hadn’t thought something like that was possible… until now. If Stone hadn’t been such a jerk, I might not have been able to resist the pull, so maybe it was better this way. He might not necessarily be the enemy, but he certainly wasn’t a potential lover, in spite of my reaction to him... or maybe even because of it.
If only I didn’t have to convince him that my psychic powers were real. Once I proved what I could do, he’d look at me differently. Instead of seeing a normal person, he’d think I was a freak on the crazy side. That heat in his eyes would change to disdain, and a little part of me would die inside. No. I couldn’t think that way. His opinion didn’t matter. And besides, I didn’t want a man in my life.
At least Vanetti didn’t seem to mind my abilities. He’d hired me for a simple job a week ago, and I’d come through with flying colors. He was fascinated with my gift, and his acceptance had meant the world to me. That’s why I hadn’t hesitated to come back for another job.
But he hadn’t mentioned that Stone was… well… a living, breathing fulfillment of every woman’s deepest desire. Just thinking about him sent heat into my core.
But what if Stone refused to work with me? He hadn’t been too happy that I was a psychic. Even proving it to him might not change his mind. Would Vanetti insist on the plan anyway?
Dammit. Why hadn’t I thought of that sooner? Now it was too late.
The door opened, and my heart jumped as Vanetti stepped inside, followed by Sexy Stone. Yeah, that’s what I was calling him, now.
My insides turned to mush at the sight of him, and I had to hold back a groan. Talk about tall, dark, and handsome. When I’d first seen him, he had dirt and blood on his face, and his hair was a mess. Even then, it had given him a dangerous, but oh-so-sexy vibe that took my breath away.
But now? Holy hell! I could barely swallow. With the distraction of the blood and dirt gone, his dark eyes had depths to them I’d never imagined. His strong jaw seemed even more defined, and his dark hair brushed his forehead in a way that made me want to push it out of his eyes… ugh!
He met my gaze, and I caught a touch of heat in his eyes before a shadow crossed over them, quickly shifting into disdain. Yup… this was not going to go well.
“Let’s sit at the table.” Vanetti motioned toward the round table in the corner of his elegant office.
Stepping to it, I automatically pulled my pink dust-cloth from my purse so my bare skin wouldn’t come in contact with the chair. After pulling it out, I sat down, keeping the cloth in my lap in case I needed it again.
Stone’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward to peek at the cloth in my hands. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the hankie?”