Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“And why do you always have a gun?”
“So I can shoot people.”
She breathed through the hysteria before she rolled her eyes.
“What are you doing?” I repeated.
“What does it look like?” she snapped. “I was hungry.” She kneeled back down to pick up the pieces.
“Stop. You’ll cut yourself.”
“It’s fine.” She continued to pick up the little pieces.
“Stop.”
She gave a sigh packed with attitude and backed away.
I grabbed the broom and the dustpan and swept up the mess she’d made. The pieces were tossed in the trash, and the kitchen floor was pristine once again.
“I’m surprised you knew where the broom was.”
“It’s my house, isn’t it?”
“Still…”
I checked my phone. It was still black.
“What are you doing?”
I returned the phone to my pocket and leaned against the counter. I was barefoot and bare-chested, comfortable in my gray sweatpants. I hardly wore anything else when I was home. “You want me to make you something?”
“You can cook?” she asked in surprise.
“Why is that surprising?”
“Because you have a house full of servants who do everything for you except wipe your ass.”
Her feistiness tugged a smile across my lips. “It wasn’t always that way. What do you want?”
“What’s on the menu?” She leaned against the kitchen island, wearing a baggy shirt that reached her thighs. One of her shoulders was exposed, and her hair was in a messy bun. Her beauty was natural, and most women couldn’t say the same. Her face was angled and beautiful without that contouring bullshit, and her lips really were that plump and supple without fillers and makeup.
“How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”
“Is that your idea of cooking?” she asked with a laugh.
“Fried eggs with white truffle?”
“I thought truffles were black?”
“They are. But the white ones are better and rarer.” I moved to the pans. “Is that a yes?”
“Sure.”
I got to work, setting my phone on the counter beside me so I wouldn’t miss the call.
She stood behind me, watching me cook. “Smells good.”
I grated the white truffle on top of the eggs and set the plate on the island in front of her. The pan and used dishes were left behind for Hugo to deal with later.
She cut into the first piece, the yolk dripping across the plate. She took her time with her first bite, savoring the test. Then she gave a nod in approval. “Damn, this is good.”
I pulled out my phone from my pocket and took a peek.
Nothing.
She continued to eat at the counter. “Waiting for a call?”
“Yes.”
“It’s four o’clock in the morning.”
“Work never sleeps.”
She finished the plate and left it in the sink. “Thanks for making me something.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Her presence in the kitchen was forgotten, and I answered the phone. “Yes?”
“It’s done.”
The satisfaction had a numbing effect. I wished I could see his face when his biggest job went to shit, but my imagination would have to suffice. “Good.” I hung up and returned the phone to my pocket.
She continued to stand there. “You stayed up until four for that?”
My arms crossed over my chest as I looked at her. “You didn’t enjoy dinner last night?”
“Wasn’t that hungry, so I didn’t eat much. My stomach woke me up in the middle of the night. Thought there was a wild animal outside, but then I remembered I was on the third floor.”
I cracked a smile as I left the kitchen. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Won’t Hugo be mad that we left his kitchen a mess?”
“I couldn’t care less.” We took the steps to the third floor and walked down the hallway to where the bedrooms were located. Mine was before hers, so I stopped to let her pass.
Instead of going on her way, she stopped in front of me, her eyes dropping to my chest. “I’m not tired…” Her eyes lingered there before they moved a little farther down to my abs. She drank me in like I was the finest wine she’d ever tasted. “Are you?” Her eyes flicked back to mine.
This fine-ass piece of woman was practically begging me when she didn’t even have to ask. My sweatpants had been snug since the kitchen, and they became even more snug after that phone call. My hand reached for her neck, getting a grip tighter than necessary as I moved in.
She took a deep breath and didn’t resist me, letting me conquer her body like it belonged to me. Her head automatically tilted in anticipation of my lips, and when she felt my kiss, an involuntary moan released into my mouth.
My other hand gripped her ass underneath her shirt and tugged her close. Her little body was crushed into mine as our kiss turned from delicate to hungry. I lifted her into me and carried her into my bedroom, her sexy legs wrapped around my waist. We fell onto the bed together, undressed each other, and then our naked bodies were combined in a euphoric moan.