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)
Hannah's eyes shot comically open and her cheeks blushed to her hairline. "I was wondering why you were single," she covered.
"Oh, oh sureee you were," James laughed.
"Scouts honor," Hannah sobered.
James shrugged and Hannah felt she had overstepped a line.
"Want me to drive you home?" he asked, suddenly.
"I... um...it's far from..." she started, then looked at the clock and realized it was already after midnight. "Yeah. I would really appreciate it. If you don't mind. I'll get a cab to bring me here to get my car in the morning."
James went about gathering her belongings and ushered her out the door through the kitchen so they "didn't start a scandal".
He looked over at her snort, "Listen, it's fine if we want to have an illicit affair, but we cant have it getting around. I have a reputation to defend." He looked over, fluttering his eyelashes innocently at her.
She laughed and ran behind him as he raced across the lawn. She knew right then that there would never be anything but a goofy comradely between them. And while there may have been a strong initial attraction for both of them... they had too much fun with each other's company to want to ruin it in any way.
He drove her home and made sure she was safely behind her front door before driving off, back in the direction they came in. Back, she assumed, to the party.
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Elliott could barely keep his mind on the conversation going on around him. He never should have told her to attend. She looked nothing but uncomfortable all evening. It never occurred to him that she might be shy. In the office, she conversed easily with all the floor staff, his associates, and even the cleaning crew. Maybe she was able to turn on an outgoing personality for work, but in her personal life she didn't have the same ability.
He watched her circulate the rooms, stopping occasionally to engage in conversations with random guests. She looked utterly charming, but once people realized she wasn't of value to them, they quickly moved on. She had taken her plate and disappeared to his den. A moment later, James followed her in with a frown.
When Hannah came storming out, anger clearly plastered on her face, he had already started toward her. Then when James was there grabbing her in an aggressive manner... it was all he could do to keep his voice below a shout. James was never someone to put his hands on women and he couldn't quite accept that he was doing it to her.
And he knew that she lied about a misunderstanding. There was something adorably endearing about how poorly she lied. But there was a pleading on her face as if asking him to let the matter go. So he did.
When he saw her with Bob Tanner for more than a moment or two, his curiosity got piqued and he started over. It wasn't until he got close that he noticed that Bob had his hands on her and she was holding her body pin straight, leaning away from him. When he joined them, and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, he fought the urge to play the hero. He chose to sweep her away to the dance floor so she could regain herself and he didn't create a scene.
He had just gotten used to her soft body in his arms. He felt her curves pressing against him as he guided her across the floor.
When Dan interrupted, he felt a moment of genuine disappointment, not to mention anger at having to spend another moment in Dan's company. She had already been demanding of him all evening. He was glad to see James sweep in and get her out of the room in a fashion he never could have pulled off.
"Where's Hannah?" he asked an hour and a half later when he saw James come back into the room.
"I took her home," James said, holding a new glass of scotch. He looked over Elliott's shoulder at Bob Tanner. "Do you know he went up to her and was asking her how she would pleasure him?"
Elliott's breath hissed out of him and he turned from his brother and walked over to Bob. "I need you to leave," he said simply. At Bob's outraged expression, he took his arm and led him toward the door. "When you are in my house, I expect you to conduct yourself like a gentlemen. As that was not the case this evening. Get out of my house." The firmness in his voice allowed for no argument and Bob walked out the front door.
"For her?" Dan's voiced asked behind him. "Really, Elliott? I expected better from you."
Elliott took another drink and wondered what the hell had gotten into him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hannah woke up late Saturday morning still wearing her dress from the night before. Her head felt like a high school marching band had taken up residence between her temples and she made a mental note that she needed to increase her tolerance to alcohol so she could avoid a hangover from only three drinks.