Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Dipping my nose close to his ear, I whisper, “You said I could have you if I got a condom.”
No need to call his friends now. I gave him a chance.
Putting both phones in my pocket, I shoot to my feet and walk toward the door, glancing over my shoulder.
Callum rises up, and I flash a grin before throwing open the door and running.
Trace won’t be long, and I need to be ready. Racing around the courtyard, I run for the side door where my car is parked. Callum could find another phone and warn his friends that it’s a diversion, but will he?
I hear the door swing open again behind me, Callum on my ass. I run, not sure if he’s going to fight me or run out the door himself, but I get there first and slam my hands into the doorframe, peering out the window. Callum rushes up to me, gripping my torso, under my arms. “What if I tell you…” he says in my ear. “That you’ll lose your job if you go out there?”
Taking one of his hands, I rub it over my aching groin. “You and I both know what you’re really paying me for.”
He wants me here where he can keep an eye on me, for both his safety and his pleasure.
I turn to look back at him over my shoulder and kiss him hard, moving my mouth over his. “A deal’s a deal,” I point out.
A horn blares through the walls and the rain, and I look through the pane of glass. Trace’s truck emerges behind the gate and the trees, rain glimmering in front of his headlights. He speeds past, and in a second, a BMW darts out from my left, racing across the parking lot and following him. In moments, they’re both gone, and I dig out my keys.
“Don’t get caught,” Callum warns, backing away from me. “Because I won’t help you.”
I swing open the door, smiling as I run into the rain. He’s gonna pay for that.
Turning my eyes left and then right, I scan the lot for any bodies and hurry to my car. Unlocking it, I dive in, the cool rain pummeling my spine, but it still feels hot. The thick air blankets my skin, and the target on my back kicks up my adrenaline. Who knows who else might be around? A cop? Another Ministry member?
Flipping open the glove box, I swipe my hand, pulling everything onto the floor in a panic.
I’m holding my breath until I spot a packet in the cupholder. “Fuck yes,” I gasp, grabbing it. “Thank you, God.”
I’m gonna bend that golden boy over every surface of my classroom.
I slam the door of my Supra, keeping my eyes alert as I lock it. Running back to the building, I half expect to find the door locked, but it turns out he’s not a pussy after all. The door swings open, and I pull it closed behind me, locking it.
Drifting back down the corridor, I train my ears, hearing the rain fall in the courtyard, hitting the leaves of the banana trees. I finally see him at the top of the stairs, turning the corner up to my room with a little look back at me.
Those long legs in black. How his back curves from the waist up to his neck. All those muscles. That perfect skin.
Something fucking flutters in my chest. He had a hold on me all those years ago, and I didn’t just walk away. I ran.
I loved being around him. I loved being in him. I loved looking at him.
And I will survive him.
I can take what I want from who I want, and I’ll prove it.
Combing back my wet hair with my hand, I follow him up the stairs and see him ascending another flight, passing my room.
In a minute, we’re climbing the spiral staircase to the Ministry offices, and when I cross the secretary’s lounge with mahogany walls and creepy red carpet, I spot the cracked double doors ahead.
Entering, I find him in the middle of the room, the flicker of the wall sconces the only light, and his back to a leather couch.
To my left sit rows of floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with books.
Rain drips off my body, and I run my hand over my face to wipe it off.
“You’re not any closer to getting the land,” I tell him, inching closer. “You’re not any closer to hindering my family.”
He’s done nothing but lose. He didn’t outwit me in the Wolfe Room. He didn’t catch me out past curfew. He can’t stay off me any more than I can him.
“Keep the curfew forever for all I care,” I taunt, flipping the packet between my fingers. “It won’t keep me caged, and it won’t keep me off you when I want you.”