Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
By the time Bobby paused for breath, Anna had a pinched look on her face and F was visibly struggling not to laugh. It was one of her favorite subtle forms of revenge, and it never failed. Bobby started to speak again, but before she could do so a tall dark figure had come to stand beside Anna, and she forgot whatever she had to say.
Leandro.
LEANDRO CHRISTOPOULOS knew the exact moment Bobby came out of the powder room. Even though he had been observing the auditions below and had his back to the door, the sudden tingling sensation that struck his entire system had him swiftly spinning around. His eyes immediately found her, and Leandro drew his breath sharply.
Bobby.
She had changed...a lot. Her beautiful auburn hair was a lot shorter now, cut in a layered bob, with side-swept bangs that made her green eyes look larger. She was also dressed more stylishly than he remembered, no loose shirts or serviceable slacks. Instead, she was dressed in a red-knitted long sleeved blouse, tight enough to emphasize the generous curve of her breasts. The sight of them stirred a great deal of memories – of how they were just the slightest bit larger than his hands, of how her nipples were the color of pink roses...
He shifted, doing his best to cool his ardor because now was not the time to have an erection.
Bobby’s long legs were modestly covered by a loose black skirt that fell just a few inches above her ankles, and the slimness of her calves were accentuated by a pair of school girl shoes with tiny heels. She looked sexy and elegant, the perfect model for vintage Coca-Cola posters. Prettier than he had imagined and remembered, and he had missed her so damn much.
So much time had passed, and God only knew how he had survived such a long period of time not having any contact with her. But he was done sacrificing and paying for his sins. He loved Bobby, and he was not going to stop at anything to get her back.
Belatedly, he realized that Bobby wasn’t just talking to her boss but Anna Largess as well. Shit. When Derek had told him about how Bobby went as far as transferring to another college just to be free from anything that had to do with their past, Leandro knew he had to go through a third party to ensure he had an opportunity to speak with her.
This was Bobby, after all. If he had gone to her home and begged her to see him, she would have simply frozen him out...or relished the pleasure of slamming the door on his face over and over.
“It’s good of you to join us, Leandro,” Anna purred as she curled a possessive arm around his.
Leandro wanted to shake it off, but courtesy kept him from doing so. Besides, he owed her for this chance to speak with Bobby and so he would bear her touch – for today.
“I was just apologizing to dear Ms. Granger about this sudden reunion between the two of you. Thankfully, she’s not mad. She has Sabastian Gabris now, after all.”
The mention of another man’s name linked with Bobby had Leandro’s jaw hardening.
Anna saw the muscle ticking on Leandro’s face and knew it was because he was jealous. This in turn made her feel jealous and waspish. How stupid she had been, having fooled herself into thinking that Leandro had asked for her help because he did not want to have anything directly to do with Bobby. But no, it was obviously the other way around.
Leandro Christopoulos still wanted Bobby Granger for whatever reason, and he was the one who wasn’t sure if the other woman wanted him back.
Envy made her petty, and Anna drawled out, “I’m not making any mistaken assumptions, am I, Bobby? You don’t care at all now, do you?”
The pointed question left Bobby without a choice. She forced herself to look at Anna the Bitch. “No. I don’t care at all. Everything’s in the past.” She silently counted to three before she made herself look at Leandro.
All at once, she wanted to cry, laugh, and die.
Since she and Leandro had broken up, Bobby hadn’t allowed herself to see any photo of him, hear any news about him, or be reminded in any way about him. Well, now she knew it was most idiotic thing she had ever done.
Absence apparently didn’t just make the heart fonder. It also made one’s brain senile because for some reason she had forgotten exactly how gorgeous Leandro Christopoulos was.
Everything about Leandro was more than what she had remembered. He was taller, his hair darker, his blue eyes brighter and so blazingly brilliant it was as if he could see right through her fragile façade. His face was harder too, more sculpted, as if carved with ruthless perfection.