Mr Garcia Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
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God, do I want to."

My phone beeps with a text from Duke.

Nightcap?

I flick my phone off and turn it over so I can't see the screen. "I'm going to have to deal with this."

"What the hell is wrong with you? Duke is the hottest guy I've ever seen!" Penelope cries. "Are you crazy?"

"I know he's gorgeous. I know he should be everything I want, but it's just…" I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. I can't because they just don’t make sense; not even to me. "I do know that I love him as a friend but that’s it. Duke deserves better.”

Penelope watches me for a moment with assessing eyes. "I know what's wrong with Duke," she says.

"What's that?" I sip my drink.

"He's not Sebastian Garcia."

"That has nothing to do with it."

"All I'm saying is that if Garcia still floats your boat after being the biggest asshole on Earth, and you still think about him six years later…" She scoffs. "And, may I add, you have a gorgeous man in front of you right now"—she gestures to my phone—"who you don't even want to message back, then I think we have a problem."

I tip my head back and drain my glass.

We have a fucking problem, all right.

We walk down the corridor toward Sebastian's office, and I run my hands over my hips. Do I look okay?

What the hell is wrong with me? Something ridiculous is going on in my brain.

I even wore new underwear today, as if he is going to see it.

Check yourself, April. You hate this guy. Get it through your thick head.

What part of ‘Sebastian Garcia is no good for you’ don’t you understand?

We walk up to the door. "Come in!" Sebastian calls.

My stomach flutters at the sound of his voice.

Damn you, what’s going on with my hormones….. behave.

Sebastian stands behind his desk. His eyes drop to my feet and backup before he gives me a slow, sexy smile, as if forgetting that Bart is in the room with us.

"Hello."

"Hello," I reply casually as if I don't have a care in the world.

Bart's phone rings. "Hello." He frowns as he listens. "Are you okay? Damn it. All right, I'm on my way." He hangs up the call and turns to Sebastian. "My wife has just had a car accident around the corner."

"Oh no," I say.

"It’s nothing serious, although I'm going to duck out and see if she's okay. I'll be back in ten minutes. Sorry about this." Bart turns his attention to me. "April can just start running through the progress we've made on the facilities for Theodore."

"That's fine, I hope everything is okay?"

"She's assured me she's fine. April will take over."

"I’m sure she will," Sebastian says, a trace of amusement across his face. He seems happy that we are going to be left alone.

Great.

Bart takes off in a rush, and I sit down nervously. Sebastian drops into his seat and sits back.

I flick through my papers and get out my computer. "What would you like to know?" I ask, faking confidence.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

Sebastian's eyes hold mine. "I'd like to know if you've thought about me."

"What?"

"Have you thought about me, April?"

"I don't think that's an appropriate question, Mr. Garcia."

"Call me Sebastian."

I don't know what's going on here, but I do know that this is going to end badly if I'm alone with him.

When I say badly, I mean with me under his desk, sucking his dick, because that seems to be all I can think about lately.

I stand in a rush. "I think I should go outside and wait for Bart to return. I'll see you when he gets back." I turn and walk toward the door.

A hand comes over my shoulder and stops the door from opening. I can feel Sebastian's breath on the back of my neck. Goosebumps scatter up my spine.

"Turn around, April."

Oh fuck…… I close my eyes. This isn't good.

"Turn around," he commands.

I turned back toward him, and he steps forward, forcing my back up against the door. His face is only millimeters from mine. "I think about you all day," he whispers. "I dream about you all fucking night."

Our eyes are locked, the air between us is electric.

"What do you want, Sebastian?" I whisper.

"I want you to kiss me."

13

April

"What?"

Sebastian gives me a slow, sexy smile, and he leans a little closer. "I want you to kiss me, April."

I stare at him, lost for words. He cannot be serious.

His eyes drop my lips, and I feel myself being pulled towards him. Somehow, I regain my composure.

"Well," I whisper. "This lying whore has better taste."

"Shut up." His lips drop my neck, and he kisses me softly there. My eyes close as I feel the flutter of arousal running through me.

Oh, that’s nice.

Stop it.

"Sebastian." I step back from him, creating some much-needed distance. "Your dick isn't that good." I raise my brows. "Now, if you don't mind…" I gesture to the door. "Get out of my way so that I can leave."



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