Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"Wait, your gift, aren't you going to try—" Making that Napoleon today made me happy.
I read somewhere once that when you go for a job interview, it's good to set yourself apart. Bring something or say something that makes them remember you. So that's why I brought the dang present, and now...
"May. Here." He reaches down to scoop my coat and purse off the floor, then presses them into my chest. "Eyes on me. Forget the alarm. You hold onto me, we move together."
Twenty minutes ago, I was on a bus. Now, I've got a strange man's cum-flavored kiss on my mouth, and I'm not sorry. Deep down, I always knew I'd meet my Prince Charming someday, and it would all be perfect.
I just didn't expect it to be today. In this club.
Before I know it, we're down the hall, and Deck has me outside the back door, standing between the club and the parking lot.
"Stay right here. Don't fucking move from this spot. I'm going back in to see what's going on. You don't go anywhere. I'm still tasting you on my tongue, and I'm not losing you in the chaos." His blue eyes are dilated. I can still feel his thick erection in my hand, and my next breath catches in my throat. "And take this." He reaches into his back pocket and shoves a cell phone and a charger into my hand. "Hold onto it. Charge it later, it's dead right now." He opens his mouth. Hesitates. "I give one to all my employees. Just don't lose it."
I nod as he disappears back through the metal door, leaving me standing in the back parking lot. My panties are torn, my body is humming, and a man I just met has my cunt on his tongue.
The heat and wetness between my legs make me tingle, and I shiver against the cold breeze hitting my bare skin where my panties used to be. What he just did to me with his mouth... His words are still ringing in my head. Get your fingers inside that cunt and show me. Like he owned me already. And now the doubt crashes in.
I can't be with him.
First of all, I don't know anything about this man. And second of all, I'm engaged. I have to marry Victor. And what about Leah? I can't be with Deck. Not right now. Maybe someday, maybe not ever, but certainly not now.
Leah's right. I'm so impulsive and childish. I make stupid, crazy decisions and put myself in situations without thinking.
My heart is beating so hard it's drowning out the alarm. First kiss, first orgasm, first cock — all of them are mine. That's what he said. And I let him.
What have I done?
If I stay here right now, I'll never want to leave. I'll lose my sister. And I'll never let that happen. The thought makes my chest tight, makes it hard to breathe. She'd have no one without me. I'd have no one without her.
I glance from left to right, trying to get my bearings. The sounds of shouting and the scream of the fire alarm cut through the night. Sirens getting closer.
I'm freezing standing here. A gust of wind comes from nowhere and flips my skirt up, baring my ass where my ripped-up panties no longer cover me. I flail around to push it back down. My hair sticks to my face, and I wonder if Deck will ever taste the Napoleon I made.
"Dang it." I'm trying hard to make order out of chaos, and that's a huge challenge for me on a normal day.
I take off, running between the back of the buildings toward the street where I got off the bus. I turn the corner from the alley, but trip and stumble over a crack in the sidewalk. As my leg goes out, one of my shoes flies in an arc, landing in the street, and I barely manage to keep myself upright. Pain shoots up my leg as I stub my toe on the concrete.
The tail lights of the bus glow at the bus stop two blocks away. I set off at a dead run, no time to retrieve my shoe.
Deck said I was hired, right? So I just need to get back to the original plan. I need this job, and my own childish, fairytale needs can't get in the way.
I'll come back tomorrow, explain everything to Deck, and tell him I just want the job. Nothing more. I mean, how can two people who just met let things get so out of hand? He probably tells every girl she belongs to him. This is nothing to him. He's probably one of those man-whores I’ve read about. I was just another cog in the wheel.
He seemed so sincere, but what do I know about men? Nothing.