Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
I’m unpacking my small suitcase and duffel bag. My life, it seems, fits surprisingly neatly into these two bags. I moved straight from a tiny college apartment to my equally small efficiency apartment when I moved to Silver Spoon Falls to take my job at Cavani Investments, and I didn’t have much to bring with me.
Lennox shows me to one side of his walk-in closet. It’s huge, enough to house a small boutique, and he’s already cleared out half of it for me. He also gestures toward half of the drawers in his dresser.
“Make yourself at home,” he says, his voice low and husky.
I raise an eyebrow. “So, we’re really going full-speed ahead moving in?” I ask, my voice laced with a touch of playful sarcasm. The truth is, the question hangs heavy in the air, my heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. He walks toward me, his footsteps echoing across the polished floor. He leans against the doorframe, his eyes glinting.
“Spitfire, are you seriously questioning whether we’re together?” He leans in, his lips a hair's breadth from my ear. “I thought that had been established when I started doing everything in my power to knock your ass up.”
His breath tickles my ear, his closeness overwhelming. The scent of his cologne, that same musky, intoxicating blend, is all around me. It's suddenly very hard to think.
“Okay. I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page,” I manage to say, trying to sound flippant. But the truth is, a rush of happiness warms me from the inside out. A wave of something warm and wonderful washes over me.
He smiles, a slow, lazy smile that showcases the playful glint in his eyes. “We’re in this together, Spitfire. From now on.”
Chapter 9
Lennox
This week, Willow’s got a job interview. A real, live, in-person job interview. At Montoya Investments, no less. She looks stunning, all delicious curves and bright confidence. She’s dressed for the kill, wearing a power suit that somehow manages to be both professional and ridiculously sexy. Of course, the woman could make a potato sack look like couture.
I drop her off at the entrance, her hand brushing against mine as she gets out. That brief touch is enough to send a jolt of electricity through me. I watch her walk inside, every step filled with purpose and grace. She disappears inside the building, and my internal alpha kicks in.
This building can’t be trusted. The world can't be trusted. The only thing I can trust is my gut instinct, which is screaming at me to protect this incredible woman. I sit here, my hand resting on the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the building. I’m watching her, guarding her, even though she’s a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need protecting. But she's mine, and dammit, I’ll protect her anyway.
The thought of my spitfire out in public by herself makes me want to park my truck across the street, crack my knuckles, and tell everyone within a five-mile radius to stay the hell away from my woman.
Which, incidentally, is exactly what I’m doing. I’m in my parked truck across the street from Montoya Investments, a goddamn fortress of glass and steel, watching the place like a hawk. Cash Montoya, the President of the Silver Spoon MC, happens to be the CEO of the investment firm. He’s fair and honest and runs a tight ship so I’m not too worried about my spitfire working for him.
Chewy, naturally, is asleep in the passenger seat, snoring like a tiny, furry grizzly bear. I’d give a week’s salary to know what the little shit is dreaming about.
The interview takes forever. Over an hour. An hour of agonizing suspense, filled only with the low hum of the truck engine, my restless shifting, and the occasional low grumble from the sleeping Shih Tzu. I check my phone every two minutes, just in case. I'm practically vibrating with nervous energy.
Finally, Willow emerges. She’s grinning from ear to ear. My heart does a ridiculous leap. That radiant smile could melt even the coldest heart, and right now, it's melting mine.
She walks toward the truck, her step light, her entire demeanor radiating pure, unadulterated joy. She opens the passenger door and slides inside with a smile on her stunning face. Chewy, jolted awake by her sudden appearance, lets out a startled yelp and buries himself deeper in the seat.
"I got the job!" she announces, her voice bright and breathless with excitement.
“That’s great,” I mutter, a smile spreading across my face as I lean over to kiss her soft lips.
“And get this,” she continues, her eyes sparkling, “I only have to go into the office one day a week. The rest of the time, I can work from home.”