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)
After a second, I hear his voice floating in from one of the other rooms. I kick off my heels, leaving them at the entryway, and follow the low rumble past the spacious kitchen with Graham’s shiny, expensive espresso machine that I know how to use now; past the sitting room with the very comfortable sofa that costs more than furniture should and the TV that rises out of a hidden compartment so it doesn’t block the view; and past the original art framed on the wall that Graham got at an auction after he bought his first New York property.
These things mean more than they did the first time I was here. He’s told me enough to know that he doesn’t choose things without a reason, another fact about him that gives me butterflies.
He thinks about me even more carefully.
Graham doesn’t have to say that for me to know it. He’s always considerate when we go out, despite the dirty deal he offered me to pay the rent.
Could that have been fake, somehow? Not the deal itself—that definitely wasn’t fake given I’m the one who technically offered it. The more Graham and I spend time with each other, the less I think he’s the kind of guy who’d ever do it again. He’s said in passing it was reckless for us and I agree. And Graham isn’t a reckless kind of man.
I swallow down nervousness. I don’t know if these feelings will ever go away. I’m not concerned that he’ll end things between us when I don’t see it coming. I’m more nervous about impressing him and living up to his expectations. I want him to enjoy this in the same way I do.
I really want to impress him, because...
I don’t want this to end.
It doesn’t escape me that when this ends, he’ll be the one doing it. And I don’t think I’ll see it coming. I take a deep breath and promise myself not to think about any of this ending. Setting a timeline hasn’t been what this is about. That’s why we have a safe word, and why he seemed so relieved to see me in his office for the second rent payment. That memory goes a long way to soothe my nerves every time they creep up.
We can do this for as long as we want.
Graham is in a smaller, cozier den at one side of the penthouse. He sits on what I now know is his favorite working chair, an elbow propped on the arm, the phone to his ear. It’s a worn brown leather that fits the masculine natural tones of the room.
“Go into more detail about that,” he says. “I’m not sure I know enough to give you an answer you’ll be satisfied with.”
His tone is confident and commanding on the phone. The cadence of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. Nobody I’ve met before makes me feel like they could take charge of just about anything in the world and make it better than it was before.
Nobody would look as hot as Graham doing it, either. The natural light from the large, paned windows accentuates his perfect features and the way his clothes fit his body like they were made for him.
Which they were.
I pad quietly in through the door and he turns his head. His blue eyes brighten when he sees me, then immediately get darker as his pupils expand.
Then it’s just like the first time I saw him in the elevator. My heart goes a little crazy over how attractive he is. Something electric about the air around him makes my chest get hot, and it feels like I’ve gotten an intense crush on this man in the space of seconds. It’s been longer than that, obviously, but stepping into any room he’s in makes it all feel new again.
I give him a little wave and mouth I can go if you’re busy.
He shakes his head and readjusts in his seat, spreading his legs wider all the while staring at me. “That’s something I considered, but only in the context of—yes, that’s right.”
I can almost feel him undressing me. Imagine his hands pulling my dress over my head. Feel his fingertips drag when he does it. This man hasn’t even touched me and yet my body can already feel what he’ll do to me. That’s the power he has over me and I freaking love it.
I take two steps toward him, and Graham holds up a hand. I freeze in place, my face hot. He mouths the command, strip.
Every nerve ending in my body lights ablaze. I do as he commands, slowly, like I know he likes. Letting the dress fall to a puddle of cloth on the floor. He stops me before I can unsnap my bra and slip off my panties. They’re a matching nude lace duo. Apparently he wants me to keep them on.