Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I want to say no because of the humiliation I endured, but, once more, my body betrays me—he has me leaning toward him, panting, hungry. “Not yet,” is as close I can get to a negative.
He brushes my cheek with the backs of his fingers. I get the feeling he’s testing to see if I’ll resist.
I don’t.
Score another one for the bad boy.
“Just like that,” he whispers, staring down at me. “That’s the look.”
What look?
One corner of his mouth lifts and he cups the back of my head, pulling my face up to his. “I’m not sorry.”
My eyes widen and I try to jerk away, but he holds me fast, and goes on like I didn’t react. “I wouldn’t have missed that encounter for all the world.” His lips descend on mine, firm and demanding.
A wave of lust rolls over me. I melt into him, parting my lips, allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth. Heat explodes in every cell of my body.
He pulls away, nostrils flaring. “As sweet as I imagined.” He licks his lips, as if tasting me. “That I regretted. Not tasting you.”
I lick my lips, too. “I didn’t say you could kiss me.” The breathy quality of my voice belies my reaction.
He gives a harsh laugh. “No, you didn’t. I stole that kiss.” His features harden. “That’s why you shouldn’t have come back. You stick around here, piccolina, and I’m going to make you sorry. Probably make us both sorry.” He steps back and surveys me. “Or maybe not. I might just take what I want without apology.”
My pulse skitters. My panties are damp with arousal, nipples chafe against my bra. I’m one part scared, two parts turned on. And damn, if his warning doesn’t make me want to offer myself up to him on a silver platter.
He straightens his jacket and walks toward the door. “So I’m going to leave, amore. You do your thing here.” He stops at the door and turns back to face me. “And you’d better think about what you want to tell me next time. Make up your mind. Yes or no. And I’ll make up mine. But I’m warning you, bambi—you have even a little bit of yes mixed in with your no, I’m going to mow you down to the ground.” He points a warning finger at me. “Believe it.”
When he leaves, I have to hang onto the housekeeping cart to keep my legs under me.
What. In the hell. Just happened?
I want to call Corey and report, because today’s story turned out almost as exciting as yesterday’s, but I don’t dare. Tacone has cameras everywhere, and he already confessed to jerking off to the footage of me yesterday. I wouldn’t be surprised if he reviewed today’s feed, too. And I really need to get my head straight before I open my mouth around him again.
Because he just gave me an ultimatum. Make up my mind. I don’t know the full implications of that decision or even what it entails, but I do know one thing—
There’s way too much yes in me to say no.
Nico
I head down to the main floor.
There are about a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t fuck around with the hot little art historian housekeeper, but none of them make it easy for me to walk out the door when she’s still in my suite.
I’m going to have to make sure I’m not there when she cleans. Hell, if I had any decency in me whatsoever, I’d call her boss and have her transferred back to the main floors right now. I wait a few moments to see if my moral compass takes over enough to follow through on that thought.
Sadly, it doesn’t.
Sondra, Sondra, Sondra. I’ll have to hope her good sense kicks in.
It’s funny; the only other time I had it so bad for a girl was when I was twelve and became obsessed with my brother’s girlfriend, Trinidad Winters. But that was just my pubescent lust kicking into high gear. Trini was always around, riding along in the car when Gio picked me up, watching movies on our couch in miniskirts that rode up her long legs.
Sondra is nothing like Trini. She’s nothing like Jenna, the mafia princess I’m supposed to marry. I don’t date, but she’s definitely not like any of the girls I fuck—paid or volunteer.
I want more of her. I love the way she got breathless and excited back there. It wouldn’t have taken much for me to pry those knees apart and show her just how bad her taste in men really runs.
Oh, I’d have her screaming. Pleasuring Sondra would be easy—the girl looks ready to go off like a firecracker. Hell, I’d keep her up all night moaning my name and I wouldn’t even miss the sleep.
I walk around the tables, scanning for Sondra’s cousin, Corey. Just to get a look at her. Not because I’m totally obsessed with this girl and need to know everything about her. Researching her full background was necessary. I had to make completely sure she’s not working some angle.