Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
When he arrived home, he stopped by where she was curled in his recliner, and he paused to kiss her long and hard. “You might want to get ready for work. You got your wish. Operation Bait Lance begins today.” And on the way to the bar, he’d laid out the details worked out between himself, Zach, and mostly Garrett. She owed the detective a huge thank you for taking his own personal time to help her out.
Once at work, Remy stuck to her like glue, as in, he didn’t disappear into his office at all. No doubt he feared her going outside while he was unaware.
The one time Raven did take the garbage out back for the first time since Lance’s release, her heart pounded hard in her chest. But she knew that Remy had worked fast, having cameras installed first thing this morning to watch the alley, and out front, as well. Money bought whatever you needed, whenever you needed it, something Raven had learned from the Kanes. But in this case, Remy was doing it to protect her and she was grateful.
Remy remained close by as she stepped outside into the fresh air alone, tossing the trash and stalling for a little while. She didn’t know where security was located, just that there were eyes on her, which helped her stay calm. When there was no sign of Lance, Raven returned inside to find Remy waiting, jaw clenched, fists curled and every muscle in his body tight.
Another time, she walked a delivery person out the door, for no reason other than to see if her stalker brother lurked where there were more crowds. Unaware of the plan, Stevie joined her a minute later and they talked for a while before going back inside. Again, no Lance. And Remy sat at a table next to the window overlooking the sidewalk, his tension high.
Raven had no doubt Lance was around, either waiting and watching, or trying to make her nervous. Either way, he was doing a fine job by staying under the radar. But it had only been half a day. For all she knew, this could go on for a long while. She didn’t know how she’d survive the anticipation but she would.
By the time the dinner crowd dispersed and they were into the evening happy hour, Remy remained on a barstool, driving the servers crazy, micromanaging the night.
Paul, their head bartender, pulled Raven aside. “What’s going on with the boss? Why is he watching over us? Does he have trouble with our work?” he asked for all the servers, his brow furrowed in concern.
Raven shook her head and sighed. “Not at all. Everything’s fine. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.” Raven pushed aside the iPad and scheduling app she’d been working on and walked over to where Remy sat.
“Can we talk?” she asked.
He looked her over, as if reassuring himself she was fine. “Sure.” He rose to his feet and she led him to his private office and closed the door behind him.
“What’s wrong?”
“This can’t go on, you sitting out front, watching over everyone, questioning their work. They’re worried and when employees are worried, they make mistakes. Drop dishes. Serve the wrong drink.” All things that had happened today. Before he could reply, she told him to sit.
To her surprise, he listened, lowering himself into a chair in front of his desk. The seat didn’t have arms.
She walked over and straddled him, sitting down on his thighs, her pussy settled over his hard cock.
“What are you doing?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Trying to relax you before everyone who works for you walks out all at once.” She rocked her hips and arousal wound its way through her veins.
He braced his hands on her hips and lifted her off him, setting her on her feet. “Not walking around like that all night. Save it until we get home.” His eyes were dark with desire. “But point taken. I’m driving the staff insane. You tell me how to watch over you, then?”
The concern in his voice wrapped itself around her heart. It was something she always wanted to feel.
“How about this? I promise I won’t leave the bar to do anything without letting you know first. I swear.”
He nodded. “I’ll accept that.”
She sighed in relief. “There’s another reason I brought you in here.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Do tell.”
Rising onto her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You didn’t give me a chance to thank you for allowing this. I know it wouldn’t happen if you shut down the idea. So thank you,” she said and pressed her lips to his.
I love you, Remy Sterling, she thought, not saying the words out loud. She promised herself that once Lance was out of her life, those would be the first words she said to this special man.