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)
Her fierce, defensive stance made her resemble a wildcat in the making, and the thought brought Acheron immense pleasure. Ah, to tame one such as her...
And she was all mine, he thought possessively.
The Fates had bequeathed this girl to him, and he would damn well take it.
Pippi tried not to fidget as she felt Acheron's dark-as-night eyes run over her figure, leisurely and thoroughly, almost like he was having fun thinking of the many ways he could eat her. It had her body reacting with the oddest sensation - burning hot and freezing cold at the same time - and she would've crossed her arms over her chest if not for the knowledge that doing so would make her appear weak.
Which was the one thing a woman couldn't ever afford to do, Pippi thought nervously, with the type of man Acheron Simonides was.
"You didn't tell Collins anything." The tone was casual, but she had a feeling it was only to disarm her.
"It wasn't my place to do so." She prayed that would be the end of it, prayed that he would be satisfied with the answer and go away and never come back.
But it wasn't.
"Is that so?" This time, his voice had lowered into a velvety murmur, and she found herself gritting her teeth against the seductive temptation of his voice. Don't fall for it! Just don't!
His eyes narrowed, and it was almost like he could see all the way to her soul. "Is that also why you haven't come to see me since then?"
Oh, the way he so sinfully couched things, making it sound like she had a long-agreed assignation with him.
"You thought it wasn't your place to do so?"
There was that sensual purr in his voice again, threatening to entice Pippi out of all rational thinking. Thankfully, she had just enough sense left to stay silent. To answer him in any way would only invite more trouble in her life, and she just wanted this to be over with.
"Do you know that there's security footage of that night?"
The sudden change in topic threw her off, and she blinked at him in bemusement. "Security footage?" In the heart-hammering, knee-buckling state Pippi was in, she was having a hard time grasping his meaning.
"Your ability to keep your wits about you even under pressure was quite commendable."
Oh, so he was talking about that night.
There was a pause, and then the billionaire drawled, "I also couldn't help but notice there was that part when you fell on top of me—-"
Omigodomigodomigodomigod!
She had forgotten about that - again!
"I am so sorry!"
The strangled tone of her voice, combined with the guilt in her expression, had Acheron blinking. "Perhaps I'm reading this incorrectly, but are you apologizing because you feel you've...err...taken advantage of me?" He almost grinned at the tiny, shamefaced nod she gave him, and he said gravely, "You have done nothing inappropriate, Ms. Jones...but I do wish you had."
It took a full second for the penny to drop, and when it finally did, the look of scandalized shock on her face was everything he had hoped for, and he smiled. "What an enchanting novelty you are, Ms. Jones." Her stony silence in response was also what he expected, and his smile widened.
She really would be the best diversion he’d had in years.
Gazing at her with veiled lids, he murmured silkily, "If you're free, I'd like to take you out for dinner tonight."
He saw her face resume a blank expression at the invitation, and he instinctively knew that it was to hide the way the gears of her mind were working furiously to come up with a plausible excuse. If it had been any other woman, he would've thought of it as nothing but a devious, calculating ploy to have him crave for the unattainable.
But with the girl in front of him...
"I'm sorry," Pippi said finally, "but I don't think I'm your type, and it would hurt me to see you bored with my company after just a few minutes." She had thought long and hard about the best way to refuse, and in the end she decided that the safest thing to do was to appeal to the man's ego.
"I appreciate your attempt at tact—-"
Pippi watched a smirk unfold over the billionaire's lips and knew right away that he had completely seen through her.
"But I know when I'm being blown off."
Bollocks!
Pippi frantically sought for another way out of her predicament. She thought of asking the most obvious thing (why was a man like him wasting time on a girl like her?), but no more than a second had passed when she realized how pointless that was. Why he deigned to notice her now was immaterial. The more important thing to do was finding a way to change his mind.
"I just want a simple life, Mr. Simonides." Deciding she had nothing to lose, she simply stated the truth and laid all her cards on the table. "And getting involved with you - in any way - is just too much of a risk for me."