Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“That would be it,” I say, turning on my heel and almost crashing into Grace. “Sorry,” I say softly to her.
“It’s my fault,” she replies. “I wasn’t watching.”
I let her go and step away from her, my hand still tingling from holding hers. I make it back to the car, grabbing my white coffee cup when my phone buzzes, also next to the coffee. “Jesus,” I mutter, “get yourself together.” In the haste to get to Grace, I forgot all my shit in the car.
Grace: I was checking your ass out, and it’s in fine form.
Me: Want to meet me in my car so we can make out?
I press send and make my way back upstairs. The minute I round the corner, my phone beeps, and I look down.
Grace: Can’t, my boss is due in any minute.
I smile and then look toward Grace, seeing Kevin in front of her desk laughing with her, her hands crossed on the desk. “Don’t we have work to do?” I bark at both of them but more to him.
“Just going to.” He points toward the conference room, and I walk into my office. I put my coffee down when there is a knock on the door.
I look up to see Vinny. “We starting in ten?” I nod at him as he stops by Grace’s desk, and all I do is hear her laughter. It bugs the shit out of me even though I know Vinny would never do anything. Also, since when have I become a jealous asshole? I grab my files, walking out of the office and trying not to look over at her and failing. “Try to get some work done.”
“I’ll try my hardest,” she mutters back. Well, at least we got this part down pat.
The meeting goes longer than expected, and when I return to my desk, there are triple the emails than usual. “Grace!” I shout her name. When I don’t see her move, I have to tell her, “Can you come here?”
She gets up and walks into my office. Her white jacket is off, and now I see the top is a sleeveless bodysuit. “You rang?” she says, and I can see her shoes have straps over the top, and they are even sexier than I thought. “I should get you a little bell so you can ring it when you need me.”
“What’s going on with the emails?” I ask her, ignoring the need to shut her in my office and devour her.
“Crazy, right?” She stops in front of my desk. “Seventy-five percent of those are new clients you met at the gala.” She tilts her head to the side. “I guess you swayed them with your charm.” She smirks. “I have set up meetings with half of them. Those are just the emails so you can be informed.” My mouth opens. “See, I do work. Is that all?”
“Yes,” I hiss at her, and she turns and walks back out of the office. Her ass is just as juicy in those pants as it is in my hands.
I pick up my phone to text her, but then put it down, saving it for when she leaves. She sticks her head in a little after four. “I’m going to head out,” she announces, and I just nod at her. “Have a good night,” she adds softly before returning to her desk to grab her jacket and her purse and walking out.
I pick up my phone and text her.
Me: Someone’s ass is in fine form.
I put down the phone, and it pings a couple of minutes later.
Grace: You can’t even see my ass in these pants. Tomorrow, I’ll wear tighter ones.
Me: I’d rather you didn’t. My pants aren’t stretchy in the front.
Grace: Bahaha, noted.
I put the phone down and wonder if I should change her name in my phone.
Me: What is my name saved under in your phone?
Grace: Not Batman.
I swear to God, I have never laughed more with another person before. I burst out laughing so much my stomach hurts.
Me: Okay, I’ll put you under Not Catwoman.
Grace: Ewww, why would I be Catwoman?
Me: Because I’m Batman.
Grace: You are Not Batman.
Me: Goodbye.
She doesn’t answer me back, and I change her name to Ballbuster. When I get in the car to go pick up Meadow, I call her, and she answers on one ring. “Yes,” she says, her voice sweet, making me miss her.
“I changed your name in my phone,” I tell her, and she laughs.
“It better not be Catwoman,” she huffs, and I hear the door slam on her end, so I know she just got home.
“Nope, it’s Ballbuster.”
“Aw, perfect,” she says. “Now I’m going to change out of my clothes, eat, and get to class.”
“Okay, talk to you later,” I reply, hanging up the phone and picking up Meadow. I fall asleep before her class even ends, and when I wake in the morning, there is a text telling me she’s off to bed, showing me it’s after one in the morning.