Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“It’s not true. I swear I never said anything to her. I thought she was some spy you sent in to test my loyalty and I was more annoyed so I was starting to get rude to her. Then she left angry when I wouldn’t dish out any kind of gossip. I thought I’d caused a problem with a case. This is terrible.”
“Terrible being supposedly engaged to me?” he asks.
“I don’t mean that. I mean. It’s just not true and she just… well.”
“I know what you mean, Ms. Pernetti. I’m not offended.” He looked offended. I supposed I’d be offended if someone looked like a wreck to because they were rumored to be engaged to me. Although I’m more worried about being fired and his actual girlfriend finding out and snapping.
“You look offended.”
“I’m more curious how she got into the building and up to my office.” He tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck and I’m doing my best to fight the instant arousal at the brutal anger in his body. I want to run my hands over his shoulders and smooth out the tension, but that’s probably what that stupid reporter noticed. Could she read that I’m madly in love with my boss?
“All I know she was here to see you for your appointment as Ms. Phelps,” I say, trying to tell him everything I knew about the situation.
“That explains why you looked so confused earlier.” He gives me a half-hearted smile.
“Yes.”
He pats the arm of my chair and says, “I will take care of this matter and have the issue retracted.”
“I’m not worried about the article as much as I am worried about my job.”
“Don’t worry about your job. People are always trying to get stories on me, but I’m sorry they pulled you into it. From now on, no one will be allowed onto my floor without express consent.” He started with a comforting smile that morphed into a serious scowl.
“Understood.” I nod. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I understand, Mr. King.”
“Now, are you ready? Did you eat lunch?” Shit, I’m in trouble.
“No. I didn’t.”
He rolls his eyes and gives an exasperated sigh. “I’ll have lunch brought in.”
“It’s not that big of a deal. I can get my lunch.”
He stares at me in a way that says I better listen and my panties are soaked, but I’d never admit it. “No. There might be reporters out there waiting to swarm you.”
“I didn’t think about that.”
“I suppose it’s because you’re not used to it. Please let’s return to the office and get you some lunch and I’ll make sure you’re safely escorted home.”
“Thank you.” We head back upstairs and although he makes sure I eat, he doesn’t join me, and his security escorts me home.
It’s kind of disappointing that he didn’t drive me home, but then again, that might only add more rumors to the whole situation. I couldn’t believe how silly I’d been when I asked him why he wasn’t taking me home personally.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply I would take you home. It would only add fuel to the fire, Ms. Pernetti.”
“Oh, yes. Of course. Silly me.” I blush, turning bright red from a flood of shame.
“Don’t be embarrassed. You don’t know my drivers. I suppose that can be unnerving. Trust me when I say you’re safe.” He nods and I’m escorted out with his large driver through the front doors of the building and into the waiting town car.
Chapter Six
Wyatt
I filed a complaint about the reporter entering my building under false pretenses and with a fake ID. A part of me wanted to leave it be completely, but I promised Valentine that I would handle it.
Although, I didn’t tell the paper anything about retracting the story because she wasn’t exactly wrong when it came to my feelings for my assistant.
I rolled the ring box in my hand several times as I sat in my living room, thinking about Valentine’s response to the article. Was she just worried about being fired or being tied to me?
“No, she wanted me to take her home,” I muttered to myself, and God I wanted to. No. I wanted to bring her home and throw her on my bed, strip her naked and fill her up.
I can’t stop thinking about her and the idea of a future together. We only just met even though she’s been with the firm for nearly a year. I’ve missed out on a year of seeing her beautiful face and sexy body. I suppose it was a good thing because I would have snapped by now and claimed her as mine.
Nothing in my life had prepared me for Valentine and the way she makes me feel. The raw emotions that slam through me the second she enters the room are hard to handle. She’s special and I want her to be the mother of my children; something I never planned to have.