Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Just a little winded, I hurry through the heavy glass doors and search the sign by the elevator for the right suite, then hit the up button.
“Of course, they’re on the thirtieth floor,” I mutter as the doors close, and the elevator begins its climb. “Gives me farther to go.”
I tap my shiny red Jimmy Choo and watch the numbers above the door. When I reach the right floor, I hurry out and to the office door.
I paste a professional smile on my face and walk inside.
A woman with stark gray, shoulder-length hair looks up from her computer and purses her lips as she takes me in from head to toe.
“May I help you?”
“I’m Stella McKenna. I have an appointment with Gray.”
She narrows her brown eyes. “Mr. Sterling will be with you in a moment. You may sit there.”
She points to a black leather chair. I wonder what she would do if I sat in a different chair.
She reminds me of a moody schoolmarm, and I’m the bad kid who has to meet with the principal.
She speaks quietly into her phone, and I sit, cross my legs with my handbag on my lap, and check my watch.
I walked in that door at ten on the dot.
I’m not late.
Ten minutes later, when I’m starting to get heated and ask if Mr. Sterling plans to waste any more of my time, a dark wooden door opens, and a brunette on stilettos motions for me.
“Mr. Sterling is ready for you, Miss McKenna.”
Boy, Brandon’s office is stuffy. Which is surprising since Brandon himself is not stuffy in the least.
“Thank you.” I stand and follow the other woman down a hallway lined with offices. When we reach the end of the corridor, she opens a door and pokes her head in.
“Mr. Sterling, Miss McKenna.”
“Thank you.”
I can’t see him. I can only hear his voice. Two words.
Yet my stomach clenches.
Jesus, who in the world has a voice like that?
The brunette nods to me, and I step across the threshold, my eyes landing on Grayson Sterling.
He’s standing with his back to me, looking out at the city through his windows. He has his hands in the pockets of his trousers and wears a matching suit jacket.
Every hair on my body stands on end with awareness.
The brunette closes the door behind me, and Gray finally turns to me.
This isn’t an old man.
He’s tall with shaggy, dark blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He looks like he belongs in a Viking movie more than in a suit and tie, though the tie is the same color as his eyes, and I can’t help but imagine him doing things to me with it.
Things I have no business imagining.
“I’m Stella McKenna,” I say with more bravado than I feel as I step to his desk and extend my hand to shake his.
He pauses, holding my gaze. Just as I’m about to pull my hand away, he steps forward and folds his around mine.
I can’t help but gasp.
His eyes narrow.
The electricity that moves up my arm and down my spine is undeniable.
“Gray Sterling.”
Chapter 2
Gray
Stella’s blue gaze doesn’t leave mine as she takes the seat across from me and sets her bag on the floor.
She’s not nervous at all, which I find almost as sexy as her plump, pink lips.
“Did Brandon explain what happened?” she asks, tilting her head to the side with the question.
“He did, but I’d like to hear your side of the story.”
More than anything, I want to hear more of her smoky voice. Stella proceeds to explain what happened in Vegas last month, and I can’t help the smile that comes as she finishes with how Danny barged into her office yesterday to explain that the whim wedding was, in fact, real.
“I know it sounds ridiculous,” she says with no remorse in her voice. “I’m smart enough to know that it would be real. But in the moment, drunk and silly, it seemed like the funniest thing ever. And now, it’s an annoyance.”
She doesn’t blush or look down with shame.
I fucking love the confidence Stella McKenna carries.
“I’m not a family law attorney, but this is a simple matter,” I inform her. “We can get an annulment quickly.”
“Good. I hate that something so silly might have hurt Danny and Brandon’s wedding. They’re the best, and I can’t wait to watch them get married.”
I nod slowly. “Brandon is one of my good friends. I’ve drawn up papers to file with the court. I just need your signature where the tabs are.”
I slide the papers over to her and watch as she scrawls her signature on the appropriate lines.
“Danny said he’d stop by today, as well,” she informs me.
“Great. Now, that was easy.” I take the forms from her and raise an eyebrow. “You’ll go to dinner with me.”
Her stunning blue eyes don’t even flicker at the abrupt change in subject. Instead, she fucking smirks.