Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Breathe, Carys.
I punch the call button, and the doors swing open.
I’m whisked to the executive level in an instant, meaning I have no time to get my thoughts together. Not that I could get them together enough to make a difference. I had all weekend to do that and failed. Miserably.
“Hey!” Amanda says, smiling brightly. “How was your weekend?”
“Eventful.”
She laughs. “Kylie said you’d be up and to send you straight back to Mr. Brewer’s office.”
“Oh, yay.”
She snort-laughs. “Do I want to ask?”
“Yeah, you probably do, but don’t.”
I make a face at her and put one foot in front of the other down the long corridor.
“Okay, you did this, Carys,” I whisper to myself. “You were apparently Miss Thing Friday night. You have to own it now. If you go in there without confidence, he’s going to steamroll you, and all the effort you’ve put into not being dominated will go to waste.”
I blow out a breath and knock on the door.
“Come in,” he says immediately.
I open the door and nearly faint.
He’s sitting at his desk, rocked back in his chair with one ankle crossed over the other knee. He’s feathering his lips with a finger, not bothering to even try to hide his amusement. This filthy bastard.
“Better shut that,” he says, nodding toward the door.
I give him a look as I push it shut. “Better?”
“For now.” He grins mischievously. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine. How about you?”
“Oh, I’m fine. But I wasn’t the one two sheets to the wind Friday night.”
Here we go …
“No, you weren’t.” I smirk. “But the set of blue balls you left my house with must’ve hurt, didn’t it?”
He lifts a brow in surprise but grins. “So you do remember at least some of the evening.”
“Of course, I remember. I was tipsy, Gannon. Not dead.” I sit on the corner of his desk just barely out of his reach. “Thank you for breakfast, by the way.”
“It was the least I could do.”
“The least you could do for what?” I hold his gaze and wink. “For turning me down?”
He narrows his eyes, trying to decide how to react to me. I know better than to give him enough time for that.
“That’s okay,” I say sweetly. “It was actually very kind of you not to fuck me senseless when I was drunk. You could’ve had your way with me, and I wouldn’t have stopped you. It takes quite a man to show such self-restraint.”
Gannon leans forward, his eyes blazing.
“I don’t know many men who would’ve stopped themselves,” I say breezily, standing again. “But maybe that just speaks to the kind of men I usually entertain. They’re usually jumping at the chance to fuck.”
“You’re a piece of work. Do you know that?”
“It’s been said.”
“Have you been avoiding me today?” he asks.
“Yes.” I nod.
“Why?”
I take a deep breath and move to the windows. The city is so peaceful from up here. It feels like you’re detached from the reality below. Unaffected. If only that were true.
“Why were you avoiding me?” he asks again.
“Because I didn’t know what to say.”
“Seems like you’re finding words pretty easily to me.”
His chair scratches against the hardwood behind me, the sound echoing through the office. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as I sense Gannon’s proximity. I don’t dare look. I’m not going to turn around to see him. I’ll just wait him out and see what he says … or does.
As my heart pounds, anticipating his next move, it takes a conscious effort to breathe evenly.
Gannon brushes my hair off the back of my neck and tosses it over my shoulder. I tremble as his fingertips sweep across my shoulder. Every cell in my body is on fire, and I’m completely at his mercy.
He moves closer, barely skimming my back with his front. I think I’m going to come undone.
“You, Miss Johnson, talked a lot of shit on Friday night.”
I hum in agreement, keeping my focus on the flag rippling in the wind across the street.
“Do you remember all the things you said?” he asks softly.
“Not verbatim, but I have a pretty good idea.”
“How much of that did you mean?”
My mouth goes dry, and my chest shakes as I suck in a breath. I don’t know exactly what I said, and if I did, I’d probably be mortified. But I’m certain the gist of it was that I wanted to sleep with him. That still holds true.
“I’m not in the habit of saying things I don’t mean,” I say. “So, if I said it, I meant it.”
He shifts behind me. “Turn around.”
My body moves on his command. My brain doesn’t have to order my feet to move because I simply swivel in a half circle until I’m eye to eye with the sexy bastard.
“Relationships are for the young and dumb,” he says, holding me hostage with a look.