Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
She’s dressed for business—that was the first thing I noticed when I saw her standing in line at the coffee shop. A tight skirt that stops at her knees with a slit at the back, and a blouse that accentuates her curves in all the right places. Her hair is tied back in a neat bun, the kind I want to pull and make her submit to me.
I wonder if she would, or if she’d fight me.
The thought of finding out makes my cock twitch with anticipation.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I walk next to her, sliding my sunglasses back over my eyes so she can’t see the way my gaze drags all over her.
Cora offers me the slightest smile before she turns her attention to the entrance of the building. When she reaches the door, someone opens it, and her demeanor immediately changes. She goes from being cold with me to warm with him. Interesting. She leans in and wraps her arms around his neck, and he places his hands a little too low on her waist for my liking.
Should I kill him? Possibly. If he doesn’t fucking remove his hands, that is.
I step back. What the fuck was that? And why am I suddenly being possessive over her?
She keeps the embrace brief, then says something in a low voice before both of them turn to face me.
“Hi, I’m Sebastian. Nice to meet you.” He offers me his hand, but I don’t take it. “All right, let’s show you inside.” He shoots a glance at Cora, apparently skeptical of me. Good, he should be. Cora looks at me, and I wave for her to go in first, and I follow behind her.
“As you can see from the outside, there is a large garage that can hold up to thirty cars. There is also an oversized concrete pad at the back of the building that is hidden from view on all sides, which a lot of past tenants used for parking. So the possibilities for using the space as you please are endless,” Sebastian informs me.
I look to Cora, who is smiling at Sebastian as he talks.
“Is he your friend?” I ask her, barely listening to him, and he coughs.
“Yes. What do you think of the space?” She keeps the conversation on track and professional.
Smart girl.
“I’ll take it,” I announce.
Her eyes go wide, and she turns to Sebastian.
“You’ll take it?” he asks.
I nod, keeping my gaze on her. “Now, can we get lunch?” I ask.
She checks her watch before replying, “I have a meeting at one.”
“Okay, then let’s go.” I don’t bother thanking or even saying goodbye to Sebastian.
I’d rather Cora not be around him while she’s with me.
FIVE
CORA
“I’m sorry about that, but I do think this deal will go through,” I say to Sebastian just as I hear the door open. When I glance over my shoulder, Arlo is standing there, looking intimidating, as he waits for me to finish up.
“He is…”
“Intense,” I finish with a smile.
“Yes, I guess you can say that,” Sebastian muses.
Sebastian works for me, and he’s been trying to sell this property for quite some time without any luck.
“I have to go, but I can call later once I get the final details,” I tell him.
He gives me a nod and steps in for a hug. I hear the door slam shut, and we pull apart as we turn to look. Arlo’s still standing there, sunglasses covering what I can only assume is a glare in our direction.
“Just be careful, okay?” Sebastian whispers, and I nod slightly before I turn and make my way to Arlo, who holds the door open for me as we walk out.
“Not too careful,” Arlo says in a low voice, and I hear him crack his knuckles before he slides his sunglasses on his head.
Jesus! I come to an abrupt halt, take a deep breath as my pulse quickens, and choose not to look his way. I gather myself quickly and keep walking, hoping he doesn’t read too much into my reaction. When we reach the car, Arlo gives my driver a nod and mentions a restaurant before he walks over and holds the door open while my driver heads to the driver’s side. I step up to get in, and immediately, he’s closer, crowding me, while his gaze is just as intense and unwavering as ever. When I don’t move, only raise my brows at him, he finally steps to the side, his expression alight with something that flickers between confusion and interest.
After I slide in, he follows and leans down, strapping me in—his hand brushing over my body as he pulls the seatbelt across me and clicks it into place. The closeness brings our faces nearer than before, his breath mingling with mine for a beat too long.