Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Her eyes snap to mine. “I don’t see anything wrong with…with making more deals, if it’s two consenting adults, and I…”
She pauses for so long that I lean in, too. If it wasn’t for the desk between us, I’d have her in my lap already.
“You were thinking about the last deal we made, weren’t you?”
“I was,” she admits in a soft voice. “I was thinking about it. I…I liked it.”
“I told you I’d make it good for you.”
“And you did.” She looks down and away, collecting herself. “So I wondered if you’d be willing to make another arrangement with me.” The vulnerability in her tone is a temptress herself.
I know what I should say to her. I know that I should keep my focus where it belongs—on the deals I’m trying to make and the goals I’m trying to reach. I shouldn’t take advantage of her situation.
I just can’t do that. I can’t be that man. I want her too much.
“I’d be happy to do that, if it’s what you would like to do.”
Her eyes widen, the heat in her gaze simmering. “You would?”
“I wanted you the first time we came to an agreement,” I say, hoping to hell I don’t sound as if I’m completely smitten with her. “I still do.”
“Okay.” Maddie glances over my desk. “Is this—”
“Not here. I’ll come up to your apartment when I’m finished for the day.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. Why the hell not here? I’d like to fuck her on my desk. Fucking hell, I can only imagine how hot she’d look. I’d like to see her all spread out over my paperwork. But that would be a decision based on my cock, and I didn’t get where I am by constantly leading with my dick.
She nods in agreement and asks politely, “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?”
“I’ll make the calls and the repair crew should be here within the next hour or two. The company I work with never makes me wait more than an hour, so they should be done by the time I wrap up for the day.”
“Wow.” Maddie looks me up and down. “I thought it would take at least a week or…I don’t know, even longer.”
“And leave you with a broken window?” I shake my head. “Next time there’s anything broken, call me as soon as it happens. Don’t let it sit overnight.”
“I didn’t cut myself or anything,” Maddie says. “It’s more like a spiderweb.”
“As soon as it happens,” I insist, lowering my voice.
A sexy shiver runs through her and it’s addictive. “Okay,” she whispers, then clears her throat. “Okay, Mr. Maxwell. I’ll do that.”
I get up from my chair and help her out of hers, ignoring the intense urge to slide my hand up under her dress to see how wet she is. I already know how much this turns her on.
It’ll be torture for me and probably for her, too, but I need to reinforce my self-control.
I guide Maddie to the door with my hand on the small of her back. She looks up at me and murmurs a quick thank you, and then I watch her walk away, ignoring the prying look from Miss Dawning.
Maddie
It happened unbelievably fast—the window’s fixed and the crew is already gone. They were the most efficient team I could have imagined. I barely had time to go through two applications in that time they were here.
They weren’t like the repair places I visited earlier. In those places, the men behind the counter shook their heads even as I was telling them the problem. I could already tell they wouldn’t take the job.
This crew came in as a team, moved fast, and had the big pane of glass out of the frame and replaced in less than an hour.
For them it was a quick fix.
For me it was the longest day of my life. I made a compromise and it’s one I’m trying not to think about as I pace behind my sofa and stare at the blue door to my apartment. Waiting for the knock. Waiting for the payment to be made. I close my eyes, take a deep breath in, and breathe out slowly.
All I want is for Graham to get here.
I realize that a second deal with him is past the point where I can explain it away through sheer desperation, but he smelled too damn good. Afterall, damages are probably covered by renters’ insurance…maybe? I’m sure there could have been another way. I didn’t want it any other way, though. He looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, and I wanted to feel his hands on me again. I wanted to give him something, too.
I hadn’t actually meant to make another arrangement with him, though. What I’d meant to do was go to his office, confess what had happened, then ask him for the name of someone who could fix the window. I’d have called myself and asked about a payment plan, something to make it affordable. Or given the information to insurance. I’m sure there is some other way to handle an accident like that. I’m almost one hundred percent certain.