Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Just for a few days. I need to make sure they set everything up with the guys before I fly out back to L.A.”
I lean forward, enjoying how he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. “Too bad. I was hoping you’d be here a little longer.”
Garrett’s breath hitches. His knuckles turn stark white as he grips the steering wheel so tightly that I think he might snap it in half. He glances at my breasts before he quickly diverts his eyes like he always does. Good. I’m glad I affect him. I hope he has a raging hard-on that he has to take care of with visions of my naked body.
This attraction isn’t in my head. He knows it, and I know it.
He’s never been with a woman since I’ve known him. No girlfriends, no photos of him with eye candy on his muscular arm. The only thing he does is work.
Garett works hard at his business. In four years, he’s skyrocketed from a small local security firm in Pasadena to become a major player in the national security industry. Work consumes Garett; it’s his entire focus, his sole purpose. There never seems to be time for anything else. At least I can rest assured that no other women are trying to win his affection and lure him away from me.
“Maybe we can grab another meal while I’m here?”
My heart beats so frantically at his suggestion that I fear he’ll hear it and know how badly I want him. “It would have to be a late meal. I’ve got a lot of studying to do.”
I don’t want him to think I have no life and would drop everything to be with him, but deep down, I want to crawl into his lap and have him make me purr like a cat.
He nods. “I can make that happen. Tomorrow?”
I smirk as his fingers twitch, and I see the bulge forming in his pants.
“Looking forward to it,” I say before getting out of the car and heading up the stairs to my brownstone.
“Was that Mr. Sexy who dropped you off?” Silver, my best friend and roommate, asks, standing at the window like a complete creeper.
“Yes, that was Garett.”
“You get him to use that big tool he must be packin’ on you yet?” she asks, abandoning the window and walking over to the fridge. She takes out a bottle of wine and pours it into two glasses. “I’m sure you need something a little stiffer than this, but that's all we’ve got.” She giggles, passing me a glass.
“Instead of worrying about my love life, maybe you should concentrate on your own, sister.”
“What can I say? I’m boring,” she says, drowning her glass in one gulp. “I need your stories to sustain me.”
“Well, there really isn’t anything on my end…”
“Maybe we need to spice up your outfit,” she says, glancing at my skirt.
“This outfit doesn’t exactly scream schoolmarm.”
“No… it’s super cute, but maybe you need to show a little more skin.” She shrugs. “All those age-gap, dirty movies have the girl in skimpy clothes.”
“I’m not wearing those types of outfits.”
“I think you should. I mean, it will get a reaction. He’ll either act like a father or a daddy. I’m betting it’ll be the daddy.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s been a long night. I’m going to bed. I have to hit the books tomorrow.”
I walk down the dimly lit corridor to my bedroom and shut the door. Lying on my bed, I stare at the stucco on the ceiling, wondering how to make Garett Nichols my daddy.
CHAPTER 3
Garett
“Remember, Mike, you need to make sure she’s protected at all times,” I say to my head of security as I pack up my briefcase.
“You got it, boss. Winter Law will be my sole focus,” Mike says, patting my shoulder. “I know how important it is that she’s safe. Bruce would be grateful for everything you’ve done for his kid.”
I feel guilty as I think about how my interest in Winter isn’t so innocent. Not anymore. I’m sure Bruce wasn’t counting on me giving his daughter multiple orgasms when he asked me to keep her safe.
I smile and nod at Mike as I leave, getting into my ’Vette and heading to the library.
Since seeing Winter last night, I’ve taken seven cold showers, trying to wipe away the image of her naked body. I gripped my cock while I pictured her kneeling in front of me, mouth open wide. I thought about my face between her thick thighs as I savored her wet pussy.
My hand moves to my crotch, and I adjust myself. “Fuck.” I need to get my libido under control before she sees me.
A text flashes on my phone.
Winter: I have to cancel dinner. I have to stay until close.
I type back right away. There’s no way I’m going back to L.A. without seeing her again.