Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Sorry, but I have to check if it’s my mom. If it’s her I just have to say I’ll call her back, and end the call, otherwise she’ll sit and worry until I call her back.”
“Go ahead,” I invited.
She reached down to her bag, pulled out her phone, glanced at it and put it back into her purse.
“Not your mother?”
“No. It’s just Dan.”
Dan? The pansy who gave her the book about the French Revolution. The phone kept on ringing.
“Answer it,” I said softly.
“It’s okay. I’ll call him back later.”
“No, really. Answer it. Perhaps it’s urgent.”
I watched her closely as she took the call.
“Hey, what’s up? Um… No… Not really. Well, I suppose I could do Wednesday lunch. Where? At the museum? Yeah, it’ll be fine. Sure. That’s good with me. Me too. Bye.”
My whole body felt like it was on fire. She had just made a date with him while my cock was still buried inside her. “I hope you were not intending to meet up on Wednesday at lunchtime.”
She looked at me blankly. “Why? What’s happening then?”
“I have a lunch meeting and you’re coming with me.”
“Oh. I’ll arrange a different date.”
“I thought he was your ex,” I heard myself grind out.
“He is. We’re friends now. We decided we were never meant to be lovers, just friends. He’s a nice guy. You’ll like him.”
“I doubt it,” I muttered.
“Max…”
“What?”
“Are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Of a man who gives a woman a book about the French Revolution?” I sneered, while rampaging jealousy ate me up from the inside.
Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my God! You so are.” Then she began to laugh.
I pulled out of her, furious with myself and her. I was losing sight of what I was really supposed to be doing. I wasn’t supposed to be falling deeper in lust with her. I was supposed to be tricking her into revealing who had hired her to plant the bugs. I rolled away from her and sat on the side of the bed. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn’t. The harder I tried the more entangled I became in her silky web.
“Have you ever betrayed anyone, Lilian?” I asked.
She stopped laughing abruptly. “No.”
I turned my head and stared at her. “Never?”
“Never.”
She sat up, tossing her thick golden mane, and exposing her ripe full breasts to me. Instantly, the beast in me woke up.
“I want to fuck you while I look at your gorgeous ass,” I said, my voice thick with strange emotions I’d never experienced before.
She got on her hands and knees and waited, while I moved behind her, my cock fully erect. I paused for a moment to admire her round beautiful ass. Instead of penetrating her like she expected me to, I spread her open, exposing her glistening pussy. Then I bent to lick the nectar made from sweet fruit. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked her again and again until she wriggled her hips with impatience.
When I took her, it was with a savagery I didn’t know I was capable of. She moaned with pleasure while I held her hips firmly in place and slammed into her, watching her shapely ass as it jiggled with every thrust.
She didn’t know it yet, but I was taking her away for the weekend to Connecticut. Together we were going to attend a tedious society party my mother was throwing.
My reason was simple.
I couldn’t shake off the strong feeling that my competitor/enemy was known to me. Perhaps, just perhaps, Lillian would not be able to conceal her instinctive expression of recognition if she ever came face to face with the person or persons who hired her.
Chapter 36
Lillian
“You want to take me to your mother’s house for the weekend?” I asked incredulously, as I pulled on the divinely soft turquoise tracksuit Dana had dropped off.
“Yes.”
“So we’ll be pretending I’m your girlfriend?”
“We wouldn’t have to pretend very hard since we’re going at it like rabbits,” he quipped dryly from the bed.
“But your mother won’t like it. She told me in no uncertain terms that she was disappointed you had hooked up with one of your staff.”
“She’ll get over it,” he said callously.
I went to sit on the bed. “I’m not sure she will, Max. She sounded very sure of her disapproval.”
“Leave my mother to me. She knows better than to cross me.”
“It’ll be awkward,” I insisted.
“It won’t be. I’ll be there next to you the whole time.”
I frowned. “But I have nothing I can wear to a society party.”
“Wear anything you want. You look good in everything, anyway” he dismissed simply.
I chewed my lower lip anxiously. Typical male. Easy for him to say. He could just pick up a black tux from the tens of black tuxedos in his walk-in closet and he would fit in anywhere. Not so for me. It was clear his mother thought I was not good enough for her son, I definitely didn’t want everyone else to think that too.