Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
"Jesus Christ," Roman whispers.
"The only thing I can't figure is why he'd pay to have her killed. If she's dead, he wouldn't ever see a penny of it."
"No, but her mother might," Roman mutters, his voice grim. "If he's worried she's slipping through his fingers, killing her and getting her mother to hand over at least part of the fortune might be plan B."
"I considered that too," I reluctantly admit, not liking the picture it paints. If her mother inherits in the event of Faith's death, it's quite possible Tarasova knows it. Either he knows where she's at and probably has all along, and he's been tormenting Faith with the threat of her mother's death for years just to get his rocks off…or her mother and Palatov didn't steal the money they skipped town with. Tarasova bought Faith from them and has been biding his time, waiting until she inherits to get his hands on her fortune.
"I'll get people on it," Roman promises and then hesitates. "If you're right, what are you going to do about it, O? They're not going to stop coming for her, especially if she's worth millions."
"I'm still working on that part of it."
"Whatever you need, you've got."
"Thanks, Roman." I disconnect and drop the phone to my desk, staring at the whiteboard. If I'm right about this, Faith's life is going to change drastically. I just hope like hell she still wants me to be part of it because there's no way I'm going to survive letting her go.
"You're so handsome," Faith whispers in my ear and then giggles. "I want to climb into your lap and get you naked."
I turn my head toward her, chuckling when I see the lazy smile on her face and her dilated pupils. She had two glasses of wine with dinner and she's feeling them. Even though she was a bartender, she's never drank before. I probably should have cut her off after the first glass, but she was too damn cute for words when she realized how much she liked white wine. I couldn't resist letting her have the second glass.
Her long black hair flows down her back in waves. She's dressed simply in a white sweater that fits her more like a short dress and black leggings, but damn. I haven't been able to take my eyes off her all night.
"Are you drunk, little bunny?" I ask, pressing my lips to her ear as conversation flows around us. Finn and his wife, Luke, Mila, and Roman are all seated at the table with us, but with Faith pressed up against my side, it feels like we're the only two people in the room. I can't resist pressing my face up against the side of her neck and breathing in that strawberries and cream scent that makes me crazy.
"No." She giggles again. "Maybe."
"Are you wet for me, angel?" I whisper, nipping at her ear.
"I'm always wet for you." She pulls back to look at me, her eyes wide and earnest. "We should be at home so we can do that one thing."
"What one thing?" I ask, smiling when she pouts.
"You know, that thing where we're both naked and you give me orgasms," she whispers, her eyes darting around the table like she's trying to make sure no one can hear her, but they're all wrapped up in their own conversations. Even drunk, she's shy.
I swear to God, everything this woman does gets my dick hard. But her talking about orgasms in public should be illegal. My cock goes rock hard, pressing against the fly of my slacks. I have to wrap my hands around the edge of the table to keep from snatching her up and putting her in my lap where she belongs.
"I like when you give me orgasms, Octavio."
"Faith," I warn her when my dick pulses.
"I like you." She giggles again, pressing her lips to my ear. "You're handsome and nice and you give me all the chocolate I want even though the doctor said you shouldn't do that so much."
"You can have anything you want, Faith." Fuck her doctor for trying to say she can't have it. She can eat whatever she wants. He can kiss my ass if he thinks I'm going to tell her no after those bastardos starved her for five years. She gets what she wants. Always.
"See? So nice." She reaches out and pats my hand like she's petting a dog.
I chuckle and shake my head at her. I don't know how it's possible that she's even cuter when she's drunk, but she is. She's so relaxed and happy. I haven't had a drop to drink, but she's intoxicating me.
"Octavio?"
"Yeah, conejita?"
"I more than like you." She bites her lip and looks up at me, suddenly shy again. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah, angel," I manage to whisper through the lump in my throat. My voice is thick and gravelly, emotion pulsing through me in powerful waves. "That's more than okay."