Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Well, one of us isn’t a CEO, so I’m not really at liberty to just make my own plans. The company paid for my trip, you know.”
He smirks and gives me a soft kiss. “Oh, I think I can make arrangements for you to be exempt from the conference.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smile at him. “Oh really? You think you’ve got that kind of power over my supervisor, huh?”
“Yeah.” He kisses each corner of my mouth before seizing my lips again. “I think I could convince her to let you play hooky from the conference just once. Actually, I know I can.”
I laugh. “Well, since you seem so sure of yourself, then I’d love to see the Absecon Lighthouse.”
Malcolm cocks his eyebrow, pulling back a bit in surprise. “We’re in one of the gambling capitals of the world and you want to see a lighthouse?”
I shrug. “I’m not really into gambling, but I do love lighthouses. I used to go on trips with my mom when I was a child to see different lighthouses, so it’s kind of a thing for us. I guess that love just stuck with me.”
He smiles. “Well, then we’ll go to the lighthouse. Anything other recommendations?”
I feel myself blushing. “Well, I was planning to do some shopping while we’re here, but I’m sure you don’t want to be a part of that.”
The billionaire merely smirks, blue eyes dancing.
“You’d be surprised, honey.” Then he drops a kiss on my nose. “Lighthouse and shopping it is then,” he announces. “Fun for my beautiful woman.”
I look up at him, unable to stop myself from smiling.
“That sounds great,” I murmur.
“Good,” he smiles, “because I want you to enjoy yourself honey. Your happiness is important to me.” Then, the billionaire gives me another deep kiss, and we’re off to the races once more.
After another scandalous interlude, I finally pull myself from his arms.
“We have to get ready!” I giggle. “We can’t just spend the entire day in bed!”
Malcolm merely looks at me, tucking his arms behind his head, and the breath evaporates from my lungs. He’s absolutely gorgeous, his broad chest tanned and dark against the white linens, with the muscles of his biceps flexing.
“I wouldn’t mind a weekend with you in bed,” he growls, eyes glinting. “In fact, that sounds kind of perfect.”
“Oh you!” I squeal before doing a little shimmy. But then I realize I don’t have any normal clothes with me, so wrapping a big fluffy robe around my figure, I escape back to my room to get ready for our day out in Atlantic City. It’s my second date with the billionaire and goodness! I still can’t believe this is happening, but I’ve decided to just enjoy the now and see where this goes.
Flinging open the closet, I decide to wear a pair of fitted jeans and a cute floral crop top. The top is a bit revealing, but seeing how the big man adores my curves, I decide to just go with it. Besides, it’s hot outside and I’m not trying to turn into a big puddle of sweat, so I also sweep my hair up in a high ponytail to keep it off my neck and shoulders for some relief from the heat.
A knock sounds on my door and I dance over to fling it open. My date looks absolutely gorgeous in jeans and a fitted black t-shirt and my mouth goes dry. Holy hell, if I thought Malcolm Neuwirth was hot in a suit, then I didn’t know what I was missing. Those jeans hang off his ass just so and I have to remind myself to calm down and breathe. We’re going to a lighthouse and then doing some shopping. Get your hormones together, girl, because you can’t be ravishing him right now!
But then Malcolm holds out a single red rose and a warm, fuzzy feeling swirls in my chest and stomach as I gasp.
“You look beautiful,” Malcolm growls, handing me the flower as his eyes rove over my curves. Immediately, the temperature goes up a hundred degrees.
“Thanks. You look great, too. You should wear jeans more often.” Heat fills my cheeks as soon as the words come out of my mouth and my voice sound breathy. I can’t believe I just blurted that statement, but Malcolm merely grins.
“Maybe I need to set up a casual day at Ligne so employees can wear jeans more often. Perhaps on Fridays.” He winks and I laugh.
“You’re right, that would be a wonderful idea,” I giggle. “Thank you for the rose,” I add. “It’s beautiful.”
I stash the blossom in my purse and tuck my hand into the CEO’s elbow as we head downstairs. It feels so right with this man at my side, and I shoot him a quick sideways glance, but he doesn’t seem to think that anything’s off. Instead, he places one big hand over mine, holding my palm in place as we stride into the main area of the hotel, uncaring of who sees. My heart thumps, but I keep my mouth closed.