Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“If these come up missing, I’ll make sure you pay for them—in any way I see fit.”
Her cheeks turn pinker. “Oh please, those things wouldn’t cover my rent.”
“They would if you pawn them.”
“Cash is easier.” She shrugs and I shake my head.
I can’t figure out why I like this girl, but damn if I don’t. She’s sharp-witted, smart and makes me want to laugh. I don’t know when the last time was that anyone did that. I think Macy manages it without even trying. I set the rest of my things on the dresser by the bed.
“Where are you going?” Macy asks as I start to leave the room.
I stop and look at her.
“I was going to go to the shower. I had planned on going alone, but you’re more than welcome to join me,” I invite her, giving her a smile that dares her to accept. Maybe if I challenge her she won’t even fight the attraction boiling between us.
“I thought we were going to some dinner? Isn’t that what these fancy clothes that you bought are about?”
“We are, but I didn’t say my dinner party was tonight.”
“Oh… I guess I just assumed.”
“The dinner is Sunday evening,” I inform her.
“What?” She sounds surprised. “But that’s like two days away!”
“I feel better knowing you can count,” I tell her drolly, teasing her.
“Stop being a dick for a minute. That’s two days away. What on earth am I supposed to do for two days while I’m here?”
“You strike me as the resourceful type. I’m sure you’ll think of something, Macy, but if you get bored, I know what I’ll vote for.”
“Sure,” she says. “When hell freezes over.”
“I feel the air getting colder already,” I tell her, grinning.
Macy will come to me. If she thinks working for it will be a turn off, she’s sadly wrong.
It just makes me want her even more.
Macy
I watch as the bathroom door shuts, hear the shower turn on, and all I want to do is scream.
This man infuriates me, makes me want to rip out my hair for how frustrating he is.
I look at the hotel room door, contemplating leaving. And although I could easily ditch him, take the fancy, expensive shit he bought and sling it on the street, instead I sit my ass down on the bed. He knows my name, and a man like him surely has resources out his ass.
There’s no way he won’t be able to find me. There’s no way he won’t make good on his promise that if I don’t play by his rules, do what he says, he’ll have the cops hauling my ass away for theft.
I clench my jaw as I stare at the bathroom door, picturing him in the shower, the water running over his big, hard body. The truth is, he fucking annoys me, but he also turns me on. I’m wet between my thighs, and my nipples are hard enough they’re pressing against my shirt.
His arrogance, the way he grins at me, knowing full well he gets under my skin, pisses me off even more. He knows I want him, knows he can have me if he just pushes a little harder.
I look around at the hotel room, the swankiest place I’ve ever been. I feel out of place, and my mind instantly goes to what I can sell. God, he and I are from two very different worlds.
There are gold-leaf accents, marble countertops, and even a small crystal chandelier hanging above the bed. There’s a whole other room attached to where I’m currently at, a sitting area with two couches, a massive flat-screen TV hanging on the wall, and a coffee table between them.
It looks like a small apartment.
I don’t even want to think about how much this place costs a night. And although I lied and told him stealing his stuff and selling it wouldn’t even pay for my rent, I know it would and more.
On the street, this stuff can go for pretty penny, but I wasn’t lying when I said cash is easier. It’s less of a “paper trail.”
I lie back on the bed and throw my hands over my head, closing my eyes and just lying there. I could get used to this type of life, where I don’t have to worry about how much money I need to pay my bills or to eat, where I don’t have to worry about if my fingers are going to be sticky enough that day and pay off for all the work I’m doing, all the people I’m ripping off.
I don’t know how long I lie there. I hear the shower turn off, but refuse to move. I don’t care what he says, what he thinks when he comes out and sees me sprawled in the middle of the bed like I own the place.