Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“No,” she says. “No, but I did forget something. We set a time to meet but didn’t set the place.”
“Ah,” I say, grinning to myself. “Yes, you’re quite right. Well, let’s set it now. Why don’t we meet here, at my office?”
I can’t believe I was such an idiot. First, I didn’t remember to give my client all the details, which is very unusual for me. Second, when I heard her voice, I immediately hoped she was calling because she couldn’t resist me.
And third, I’m looking around the room for some nonexistent glove or purse as if I wouldn’t have noticed such a thing in the first place.
So much for Mr. Expert Private Detective.
“That works for me,” she says. “I’ll see you at ten, then.”
I remember I’m an idiot in a fourth way. I open my mouth to tell her I’ll pick her up so she doesn’t have to come all this way on her own again, and then the line clicks dead, and I realize I’ve missed my shot.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jenna
I walk up toward the house, feeling like I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. Every single nerve in my body is thrumming, gathering tension to sing a loud song. Every single atom in my body is so excited, nervous, and on fire for Hunter that it doesn’t know what to do except vibrate in place.
Before I approach his house, I look down, knowing there’s a chance that he might be looking down like he was yesterday. Needing to check myself over one last time.
I picked the flirtiest dress I own for today – a lower neckline that shows my cleavage, the most expensive bra I own pushing my chest up toward the sky, and a flowing skirt that swishes around my knees when I move.
When I looked at myself in the mirror this morning, the first thought I had was that he could just lift this skirt right out of the way or bend me over and get all the access he wanted.
I haven’t ever thought that way before in my life, and now I’m looking down at myself and thinking I must have been crazy. This dress is way too short. I don’t look sexy – I look like a deranged slut, throwing myself at him.
And it’s winter! I’m not cold yet, with my coat over the top of the dress, but if I were to take my coat off to show it to its full potential, I definitely would be freezing.
And tonight, when the sun goes down, I’m really going to regret it for sure.
But it’s too late now. I’m too close to his house. If I turn around and go back now, I’ll have to walk to the station, get the train, and walk back to my dorm. I’ll be so late he’ll hate me. Maybe there’s a clothing store I passed on the way.
No, what am I thinking? It’s five minutes to the time we agreed to meet. I don’t even have time to find a store, let alone go in, hope they have something in my size, try it on, purchase it, and then change.
It’s this dress or nothing. And while walking up to his front door wearing nothing might get his attention, I don’t know that it would be appropriate.
I take a breath and walk forward. I’m glad I didn’t spend too long dawdling and wondering whether I should get changed or not because the next thing I know, Hunter is opening the front door and waving to me.
“Hi!” he calls out. “You’re right on time. A little early, actually.”
I check my watch, panicking a little. “I’m not too early, am I?” I ask. I should have walked slower. He’s probably got plans. He’s a professional and charges by the hour – he won’t want to start early.
“No, no,” he calls out, beckoning me over. “As I said, you’re right on time. Come on in. We need to get started.”
“Right,” I nod, feeling like I couldn’t be more awkward if I tried. As I get closer to him, I see his eyes rake over my body, taking in my dress – but then he doesn’t say or do anything. In fact, he turns away, walking back inside the house and looking over his shoulder to check that I’m still following him.
I go inside and close the door behind me, feeling a little sick. The nerves, the way I want him so badly, and the thought that he might not care at all – it’s too much to take in.
I followed him into his office again, the same place where we met yesterday. I guess he’s making it clear that this is all about being professional. Then again, why wouldn’t he? It’s only me who has this attraction in my head, clouding everything up.
I need to focus. I’m here for my father, after all. I need to remember that.