Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“I think you should probably give her a break,” she said, and I was so shocked I nearly dropped the glass.
“Excuse me?”
“She’s… having a bad day. I think you should probably be nice.” Her eyes met mine before darting back to the floor. “Or something, whatever, it’s none of my business.”
And that’s when I noticed my sweet little barmaid’s transformation. She crossed her arms across her tight little nipples as I stared, but it was much too late for that. My eyes dropped to her bare legs, noting the temptingly pale slope of her thighs. Her denim shorts weren’t just short, they were practically non-existent, and totally fucking obscene. I stalked over, until I was close enough to tip her face up to mine.
“Is that a fucking invitation? I wouldn’t even need to pull those down to tan your backside. Maybe that’s what you want?” Her breath hitched, and my cock fucking twitched, and the whole thing was a mass of awkward sexual tension that I could have well done without. “Talk,” I said. “I want straight answers, not this cryptic shit. You’d better tell me what you know about Faye’s little hissy fit, and before you even contemplate holding back, you’d do well to remember who pays your wages.”
“I work for both of you,” she sighed, but offered up Faye’s mobile phone regardless.
“That’s quite a breach of confidence,” I snapped, taking the handset like a greedy fucking toddler. “I hope you don’t feel the urge to betray me quite so easily when my back is turned.”
“I’m not betraying, I’m trying to help. Both of you.”
“The purest intentions can lead to the most heinous acts, dear Topaz.”
“So, you don’t want her mobile?” She held out her dainty fingers.
“Jesus fucking wept. Everyone’s so fucking tetchy today.” My mood tumbled at the sight of Vincent fucking Blackthorne’s stream of messages. “Piece of shit,” I snapped. “He’s already in London.”
She nodded. “He won’t let her go, Mr Morgan. He’ll find a way.”
“Well, unless he accosts her on her little dash to the bank and back, he’s fat out of luck. She’s here or she’s at home, my home, with me, and Vincent Blackthorne isn’t fucking welcome.” Rage curled around my spine at his latest squibby fucking declarations of devotion. What a fucking loser. A sick fucking loser. I handed the handset back to Topaz. “Thank you, that was most insightful.”
“Are you not worried?” she asked.
“Worried? About Vincent cunting Blackthorne. He should be the one who’s worried, if he has any sense.”
“I mean about Faye,” she said. “The effect he’ll have on her.”
“He won’t be having any effect on her,” I said. “He won’t be fucking seeing her.”
“He doesn’t need to,” she insisted. “You don’t understand. You haven’t read those books, Mr Morgan, not properly, you don’t get it.”
“So everyone keeps telling me.” I lowered my tone. “I’ve read enough, Topaz. Trust me.”
“You haven’t,” she maintained. “You read the highlights, and they were just the sex bits, not the emotional bits.”
I raised an eyebrow. “They were the bits you kindly deemed worthy enough to highlight for me, are you telling me now that there should have been more?”
For my raised eyebrow she raised both of hers. “You thought those highlights were for you?”
“Of course. I asked for the book, it came with highlights. Thank you very much, A-plus for effort.”
“They weren’t for you,” she whispered. “Sorry.”
Her cheeks flushed, and again my cock twitched. Faye had stirred up a right fucking hornet’s nest with her dirty games. It summed up Faye Devere in a perfect little nutshell. She was ever the inciter, creating mischief and filthy drama wherever she went, and then bailing when the going got a little rough.
“Who the fuck were those highlights for, then? One of your other fucking bosses who wants the lowdown on some seedy pissing Vincent Blackthorne manual?” I rolled my eyes.
“Um… they were… they are…”
“What?” I snapped. “Spit it out. Faye won’t be out all fucking day, Topaz.”
“They were for me,” she said, and her whole face was red.
“For you? You mean…” I smirked as the impact of her dirty little admission dawned. “Those passages were highlighted for you?”
She looked beyond me, fiddling with her lip ring in true Topaz style. “Yes, they were for me.”
She had me stumped for words, the first time she’d ever had me stumped for words. “That’s some dirty shit you’ve got highlighted in there Topaz, you filthy little cow.”
“Yeah, I know.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. It’s up to you what you jill yourself off to every evening.” Oh, the possibilities. I forced them aside with the contempt they should ideally deserve. “So, asides from your horny little scribblings, what do I need to know about that stupid fucking book?”
She busied herself in the fridge to her rear, far too little, far too late. I admired the globes of her ass cheeks, the peachy crack of flesh promising the filthy reward of her puckered virgin ring. How I fucking wished Faye was back from the banking so the dirty bitch could pull another one of her twisted stunts. Maybe I even wanted her to. Maybe I’d even let her tie me up, humour her in her little quest to become the big fucking I am. I pictured Faye teasing Topaz’s thighs apart. Lick her sweet little pussy, pretty boy. Lick her cunt until her she sprays her juices in your filthy fucking mouth.