Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
And then she was lying on top of him, her breasts squashed against the hard wall of Acheron Simonides' chest, and the sensitive flesh between her legs pressing right on top of his crotch.
Omigodomigodomigod!
Embarrassment ate her alive as she scrambled off him as fast as she could. No more than three seconds had passed surely, but every moment of it seemed indelibly printed on her mind. She just could not forget how incredibly hard -
A low groan escaped the CEO, and she quickly shook off the shamefully lustful fantasies that were doing its best to corrupt her mind.
"Mr. Simonides?" She peered down at him, torn between worry over his health and awe at just how amazingly long his lashes were. Another groan, and worry turned into anxiety. "I think you're seriously ill, sir. I'm going to call—-"
"No."
What did he mean 'no'? Or maybe he was already delirious with fever? "Sir—-"
"If...you call 911...you're...fired."
Hoarse as his voice was, it did not make his words any less coherent - or commanding, and Pippi could only gape, unable to believe what she was hearing. Was this man truly threatening to terminate her employment because she wanted to keep him alive?
"Just...call...Wickham."
His eyes had closed before he even finished speaking, and by the end of it, he was already unconscious. The lines that marred his forehead gradually faded, the rigid tension easing from his handsome face. It made him look so much younger and approachable, almost like a black-haired angel -
WHOA, Pippilotta Jones!
She gave herself a little slap, thankful to have put the brakes on such thoughts before they could get even more dreadfully fanciful.
Acheron Simonides is a rich man, and therefore off limits!
Pippi took a deep breath.
Now, focus!
Recalling the CEO's last words, she gingerly bent down to take his iPhone from his pocket and felt like a thief as she used his finger to unlock the device. Wickham turned out to be the #1 on his speed dial, and it took only one ring before someone on the other end of the line answered.
" Mr. Wickham?"
"Who are you, and why do you have Mr. Simonides' phone?"
The voice was a menacing mix of low and heavy, and Pippi wondered if maybe she had ended up calling John Wick instead. Clearing her throat, she said, "I'm at his apartment. He's sick, but he told me to call you instead of - hello? Hello?"
Fifteen minutes later, and Wickham turned out to be a big, bad, bald man in his forties with the same aura as military veterans and ex-convicts. In other words, she thought absently, someone who wouldn't think twice about killing if the situation called for it.
Fortunately, the man turned out to be a lot nicer under his gruff and grizzly exterior, and upon making certain Pippi hadn't anything to do with his employer's condition, he had immediately turned into the soul of kindness.
He was a bit of the chatty type, too, or so Pippi mistakenly assumed, when Wickham revealed to her how "the boss" had picked up a virus after his secret trip to a remote location in Africa. Apparently, he was building a school there, one he didn't want every Tom, Dick, and Harry to know about.
If that were so, Pippi couldn't help wondering, then why let her know?
The answer to this was simple, although much time was to pass before she would learn of it. Wickham, as Pippi had correctly guessed, was very used to killing. A war veteran with a mercenary past, he had met Acheron Simonides while the latter was still in his teens and on the rise in Athens' little-known underworld of crime and violence. Wickham had always been good at reading people; it was what had saved his life countless times in Iraq, and later on it was what had convinced him to work for Simonides.
It was also the same reason, Wickham thought, he trusted Ms. Pippilotta Jones at first sight. He had a good feeling about her, and an even better feeling when he thought of the woman and his boss together.
It was close to nine by the time Pippi made it home, and the slight trembling of her fingers made Pippi realize belatedly that it had been hours since her last meal. In her panic over the CEO's condition, she had actually forgotten to have her dinner.
This revelation, shared with the rest of the family over the kitchen table, had everyone gasping with exaggerated surprise.
"But you always go to pieces when you do something out of schedule," Vik, born one year after Pippi, protested with feigned confusion. "To do something so unheard of...is it possible you might have fallen for your—-"
Pippi's eyebrows shot up in warning. "Bite your tongue, missy!"
The rather old-fashioned expression had everyone laughing. It was one of the family's long-standing jokes, with Pippi and her younger sisters having grown up listening to her great-aunts speak like extras rehearsing for a Downton Abbey episode. The conversation then took different turns after this, with the matter of the eldest Jones daughter once rescuing a billionaire in distress all but forgotten.