Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what she’s referring to. I don’t do stupid things.” Stacee quirks her eyebrow at me.
“Is it not stupid of you to have such a tight grip on my hand that I am a little afraid you’re going to rip it off? Perhaps she meant your cock?” The way she said cock made mine twitch again.
“My cock?” I groan, and she nods slowly, or maybe I am just perceiving it as slowly.
“Yeah, your cock. The giant cock that’s currently trying to drill a hole into my body through my belly.” Did she just say my cock was giant? I smirk for a split second, then realize I am totally in the wrong.
“Jesus,” I say, stepping back from her. “I apologize.” I don’t mean it. I want my cock on her. In her. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? I have got to pull it together. I don’t want there to be any space between us. I look Heavenward and shake my head. I may have listened to my father’s advice, but I wasn't sure I actually believed it until now until her. Stacee Laverne Beaufort from Charleston, South Carolina, has turned my world upside down, and it will never be right again.
“No need. It’s all good,” she says, wrenching her hand from mine. She moves away from me, and I regret the loss of her. I clench my fists at my side to keep from grabbing for her.
Again, what the hell is wrong with me? I can’t stop staring at her. I’ve got a bad reputation for something I definitely didn’t do with Hannah Lyon, but I desperately want to do with Stacee Beaufort, the sweet and sassy southern beauty. Has she heard the rumors? Worse, does she believe them? If I try to take her, she’ll believe them. This is a lose-lose situation, but I have to take the chance, don’t I? I vow to myself that if we hire her, I won’t touch her. It would be a human resources and public relations nightmare. I make the vow, but I can already tell it’ll be one vow I definitely break.
But I want her. I crave her. Fuck. After less than ten minutes in her presence, I see our future clearly.
She will be mine no matter how long I have to wait or what I have to do.
Prologue
Stacee
What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be lusting after anyone, especially not the producer of the movie I’d give my left tit to star in, but I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous. He’s tall. He’s older if the streaks of gray through his dark hair are any indication. He held my hand, but I get why. I have never felt a jolt like that before. I never wanted to let him go, but I knew that I had to. I can’t be known as the girl that will sleep with a producer just to get a part, even if that producer looks like a Greek God and looks at me like he can see into my soul.
I’m mortified right now, but I can’t stop looking at him. I can’t believe I fell down. Sure, this dress is ridiculous, but it’s pirate-wenchy, and I think I look good. Court and Ash said so on our morning video chat. We talk three or four times a day and video chat once in the morning and once before bed. Despite being three-thousand miles apart, we are as close as we can be. I miss them terribly, but this is my passion. When we lost our parents, I didn’t know what to do. Court was in that medically induced coma for so long, We firmly ignored it… that looming disaster, but I know she was thinking the same thing I was thinking. If Court died, we would also have. The Beaufort Three couldn’t be The Beaufort Two. It didn’t work.
Of course, it was terrible when our parents died, but with Court in limbo like that, we felt like we were missing part of our souls. It wasn’t the same, not really. We shared everything until we were eighteen. Then three different colleges, three different lives, but not really. I knew the second I headed west that I’d never be the same again. I almost turned around, but I wanted to see my name in lights. I wanted to see if I could survive without them. The answer to that question isn’t simple. It’s yes and no. I’m not explaining this well, but with Court in that hospital bed, it was bad. Really bad. I thank God every single day for not taking her from us too.
I look over at Tyson, who sits beside a table with papers. He’s staring at me. I smile at him again. I’m drawn to this man. I… can’t explain it. Fuck, I can’t explain anything right now; he has me so flustered. So… wet. My desire is sliding down my leg right now. I clench my thighs together as our eyes meet again. He smirks, and I know that he knows my juices are sliding down my leg right now. I’m so turned on that I want him to throw me down on that large oak table and take me. I want him to take what I saved for damn near twenty-three years. What I saved for my husband. I want him to take me and own me. I hear heels in the hallway, and I know he does too. He finally drags his eyes away from me, and I do the same. I move over to the door and open it.