Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
He hadn't expected to walk in to see Hannah perched precariously on top of a chair and dusting his bookshelves. He hadn't meant to sneak up on her. He certainly hadn't been quiet coming in the house, but her mind must have been preoccupied and he startled her.
Thank God he had been close enough to catch her or she would have hit the floor hard and certainly hurt something. She had felt so soft in his arms, looking up at him with those huge gray eyes.
She looked vibrant but tired in her oversize sweatshirt and leggings. Something deep within him just wanted to reward her for being such a dedicated worker. Or, perhaps it was something more than that, but he wasn't going to let his mind go there.
The way she had eyed his bathtub was downright endearing. It was a luxury completely lost on him, but he could tell by her expression that it was something she had longed for for ages. And he couldn't deny her such a small thing.
He walked in to the kitchen to meet the staff, but couldn't shake the knowledge that she was right above him, sinking naked into his bathtub.
CHAPTER SIX
Hannah had lounged in the bubbles and jets of the tub for longer than she should have. It was so nice after months of quick showers to be able to lay and enjoy a soak. Her tub at her apartment was a shower/tub in one and when filled, the water would barely come up to her rib cage. A soak was not a soak if half of your body was constantly cold.
She crawled out of the bath only when her phone had chimed, announcing a text message and she worried that, perhaps, it was from someone messaging about the party. Wrapping herself in the softest towel she had ever felt in her life, she padded over to her cell phone to a message from Tad.
Tad: 7:30PM: Wear your hair down.
Hannah checked her reflection in the mirror, her hair was drenched.
Hannah: 7:32PM: I don't have a blow dryer.
Tad: 7:32PM: Look around. He has one somewhere.
Hannah rolled her eyes but checked the cabinet where the towels and the toiletries were located. Then she looked under the sink, and to her utter disbelief, there was a blow dryer. She pulled it out and went to work on her hair, brushing through it with her fingers. It had been almost a year since she took the time to dry her hair. Since it was so long, it could take upward of twenty minutes to get it fully dry. But when it was finished, the end result was a avalanche of shiny black hair falling straight to her waist.
Checking the time with rising anxiety, she quickly went about applying a few coats of mascara and slathering on some pink lipstick before sliding into her dress and slipping into her skin-tone heels that Tad had chosen for her.
She took a few steps back from the mirror so she could get a full view of her body. Tad was right. Her hair had to be down. She barely even recognized herself. She quickly snapped a picture for Tad who had threatened to steal her office stereo if she didn't sent him one. Somehow, she truly believed he meant it.
Tad: 8:02PM: Damn girl. Go show um what you got ;)
Carefully walking down the stairs, she heard the band practicing in the front sitting room. She placed her cell phone behind the lamp on the front table and walked into the study.
Inside she found Elliott standing, holding a glass in his hand. James was sitting at the desk, feet propped up like usual, with a glass held against his leg. He looked up when he heard her heels in the doorway and let out a low, appreciative whistle. "This might be the first time ever that I am not the most beautiful person in the room," he teased, getting up and walking over to her to kiss her on the cheek. "You look absolutely gorgeous, Hannah."
Elliott had turned when James had started to talk and fought to keep his jaw off the floor. Hannah had only ever worn clothes that were strictly professional and unflattering to the female frame. He had no idea what she was hiding behind bulky sweaters and button-ups.
She had a gorgeous frame with rather large breasts and flared hips. Her legs were long and
shapely and her pink dress hugged her in every flattering way possible. And her hair. He had known it was long. Even when she had it pulled into a ponytail, her hair fell down her back, but he hadn't realized it would fall straight to her waist. It looked soft to the touch and he couldn't help but imagine running his fingers through it.
He wished he could say something. She looked beautiful, more gorgeous than he even cared to admit to himself. But he knew it wasn't professional to ever comment on his employee's appearance. He was jealous of James who could whistle at her and whisper to her, and stand there toying with her hair and making her smile.