Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I don't know if I'm losing my mind, but I swear she walks right past the camera angle I showed her the other day and winks before heading to the ladies’ room.
If I ever had any doubt that this woman was going to be trouble, I no longer do.
And it's going to be so much fun finding out exactly what her intentions are and how she'll fit into my life.
Chapter 17
Morgan
As promised, Bandera is right where he said he was going to be by the time the longest day of work in my life is over.
"Do you think this is excessive?" I ask when I climb into the passenger seat of the SUV.
"What's that?" he asks, waiting for me to click my seatbelt in place before putting the vehicle in gear.
"Sitting out here all day just waiting for something to happen," I clarify. "I bet you wish something crazy would occur just to avoid the boredom."
He looks over at me before pulling out of the parking spot. "I'd rather be bored the rest of my life than chance someone getting hurt. I'm not the type of man who wants someone to sacrifice something for me just for entertainment."
"I appreciate you being here. I just... I don't know. Feel like there might be more important stuff you could be doing."
"You're just as important as the next person, Morgan. Don't ever doubt that."
I huff a humorless laugh. "Well, I didn't have self-worth issues until you just said that."
His smile is small, and I don't know if I've ever seen one on his face.
"How was your day?" he asks, and I find myself grateful at his attempt to change the subject.
"Boring. It's always boring," I say with a sigh, my eyes following the line of buildings as he drives along.
We don't spend much time talking on the way back to the villa, but the silence isn't awkward.
When he leans out of the vehicle to press out a code to gain access to the property, I suddenly feel nervous and a little giddy at the prospect of seeing Robert.
And a little embarrassed. I know he said he was going to be watching me at the office to make sure I was safe, and he even showed me the camera angle he had in the office. But I've seen enough hacker shows on television to know that if he's worth his IT weight, he could probably hack my computer and see my search history.
I played around with it a little during lunch, but I also had to use an incognito window. I don't know if that prevented him from knowing what I was looking at.
It seemed playful and fun while I was doing it, but now, as Bandera parks, I can't help but wonder if it makes me look desperate.
I could easily come on to him like I normally would every other guy, but everything that has happened and his connection to Henry has shaken my confidence a little. I don't know if I can afford to take another hit if he shoots me down.
The man is an absolute anomaly. I've never approached a guy and found it hard to know what he was thinking or, at minimum, know if he was attracted to me. I've seen glances from Robert that tell me he's attracted to something about me, but the man hasn't made a single move.
As excited as I was to get home, I feel like slinking off to my room when I step through the front door. That urge doesn't stop my eyes from drifting toward Robert's office the second I get a chance.
"Have a good evening," Bandera says as he closes the front door before disappearing up the stairs.
"You too," I say, but he's already cresting the top of the stairs.
I give the office door one last look before turning toward the kitchen, and I find Robert standing near the sink with a wide smile on his face as he watches me.
Did he see me look toward his office twice? If he noticed and he's smiling, that means something, right?
My cheeks heat as I cross the room to join him in the kitchen, and my stomach swims with butterflies and embarrassment for the way I acted at work today.
Is he the type of guy that would bring it up?
Did he see me wink at the cameras?
If he doesn't say anything, does that mean he didn't notice, or is it because he isn't interested?
Why am I all up in my head over this?
I blame recent trauma for walking up to him and not saying anything like a shy schoolgirl. Acting this way is nothing like I've done in the past. I've always been very quick to state my intentions, simply because I move on so quickly.
Men, as a whole, bore me. They always have. Maybe I'm the female equivalent of a playboy.