I Bet You’ll Be Mine Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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My car is waiting downstairs. I’m not just going to sit around here all night and listen to these two bozos flap their gums about my new girl; I’m going to do something about her.

I’ve still got her new-employee application in my company e-mail. It’s got her home address on it, which I quickly plug into my car’s GPS. She only lives a short seven-minute drive away, so I waste no time getting moving.

I still can’t get her out of my mind the whole ride over. Those killer curves, the way those hips fought to stretch out of that little skirt she was wearing, the way those eyes seemed to call to me from across the room, and the sheer feminine energy she just radiated the moment she came up the stairs. It was like some force put her on this Earth just to tease me, and it clearly worked, because here I am on my way to her house right now.

Putting her up on the front desk wasn’t even enough. What I really should have done was fire her and get her away from my men. They’re animals, all of them. Even passing her on their way into work, they’ll still get to run their eyes up and down her gorgeous body, and just knowing that already has me so hot with jealousy that my hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles are going white.

I can’t remember the last time I was this obsessed over a girl, and what’s even crazier is I just met this one.

I’m known at work for always keeping my cool and never running my mouth about women. It’s just not my personality, but as the owner, I never felt it was a good example to set anyway.

But when it comes to this new girl, Ali, Christ I can barely control myself.

I want to tell every guy in the office to back the hell off. I want to have my hands on her night and day. I want to know every single thing about her so I can make her mine by tomorrow. And that’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before.

When I pull up in front of Ali’s address, it’s not some lavish luxury home, but a modest apartment, which is a surprise, because most interns who get the spot at my company come from wealthy families. Ali must have worked her fine little ass off in high school to get it.

I park, hop out of the car, and walk up the steps to Ali’s door. I can hear voices inside, but only female voices. She must have a friend over. I knock and wait. A few seconds later, another young girl answers the door.

“Yes?”

“Is Ali home?” I ask. “I’m her boss, Mr. Francis.”

The girl, whoever she is, looks me up and down like a judgmental mother, then shakes her head. “No, she’s not here.”

She’s a good actress, but I’m also good at reading people, and I can tell she’s putting me on.

“Oh, no? Where is she?”

“Not here,” the girl retorts.

“Huh.” I nod. “I could have sworn she lived here.”

“Oh, she does.” The girl nods. “But like I said, she’s not here.”

The next thing I know, the door is being slammed in my face.

I hear footsteps thumping away, followed by muffled girl voices. Ali is definitely home, but definitely doesn’t want to speak to me, and it’s not hard to figure out why. I guess my reassignment of her position today pissed her off more than I thought.

“Shit,” I mutter as I stand there a moment debating. I suppose I could knock and be a pest, but that won’t do anything to brighten her mood. No, I’ll just go home for now, jerk off thinking about her, and see her tomorrow.

But just as I’m turning around to go back to my car, I hear the door open behind me.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is. My new boss at my house after hours.” I turn around to see Ali, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny mesh shorts riding high up over her slim waist and a tiny white T-shirt and damn does she look like a million bucks.

“Hey, Ali.” I smile, feeling like a schoolboy who just ran into his crush in the hallway. “Say, have you had dinner yet? Because if you haven’t—”

“If I haven’t, what?” she interrupts. “You come to invite me to eat, Zander?”

“Take it easy,” her roommate whispers from somewhere behind her.

“Well, yeah, I was thinking maybe you wanted to get some food—”

“You mean after you completely ruined the job I wanted,” she says, stepping forward. “And put me on the front desk position, which does nothing for my major? Then you want to come over here and hit on me by asking me out to dinner?”

Yeah, she’s definitely more upset than I thought she was.



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