Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I continued running up.
“Andrea…”
I made it to the second level, my hand on the door, but he caught me from behind and pressed me against the cement wall.
“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, his face red. “Better yet, who the hell do you think you were talking to?”
“You, Harrison Asshole Cross.” I seethed. “I was talking to you—and I’m going the hell home.”
“Did I miss a note about this conference being over early?”
“You’ve missed a lot of things.”
“My pilot won’t take off without me.”
“I know how to fly commercial.” I pushed at his chest, but he caged me in with his arms.
“The person in the wrong here right now is you, Miss Andrea ‘Flirting with the Enemy’ Stone.” He gritted his teeth. “Looked like you were seconds away from going back to his room and letting him have his way with you.”
I slapped his face—harder than I intended—but I didn’t regret it.
He let out a stunned breath, looking like he was seconds away from losing it, but I didn’t wait for his reaction.
“You’re in the wrong, Harrison.” My voice was hoarse. “You’ve been in the wrong for weeks, and I’m tired of being your personal yo-yo and balancing my life on the beam of how you feel like treating me day to day.”
“I’m not supposed to be here assisting you with anything, and you know that,” I said. “We both know that… But because I don’t have any other job prospects or options, you think that means I’m stuck serving you forever, but guess what?”
He didn’t guess.
“I won’t be stuck with anyone who doesn’t value or respect me, so I’m leaving you. Tonight.”
His eyes narrowed, and I took the chance to move by him again, but he refused to let me.
“You’re not leaving me,” he said, his voice firm. “Especially not tonight.”
“Don’t make me go back in there and tell everyone exactly what I think of you.”
“You can tell me right now.”
“I fucking hate you,” I said. “I hate that you’re everything I was warned you’d be, and that I was foolish enough to think you liked me.”
His jaw flexed.
Silence crackled between us, and below, the bass from the party’s music thudded against the walls.
“Please let me go now, Harrison,” I said. “I would like to get home by midnight.”
“Don’t I get to say how I feel about you, too?” he asked.
“You don’t have any feelings.”
“That’s not true,” he said, voice low. “I owe you an apology for not being more direct about them, but I’m not sorry I brought you here. And I’m not sorry for wanting to keep you all to myself and away from any other man—especially when you’re the sexiest woman in the room…”
He lowered his arms from the wall and pushed my dress straps down my shoulders. Keeping his eyes on mine, he grabbed my right hand and freed my fingers one by one from my clutch, forcing it to fall to the floor.
“I hate that I haven’t made it obvious that I want you,” he said. “That I can’t touch you at work. That I’ve had to pretend like you’re just another employee.”
My breath caught as he leaned closer, caging me in again.
“I’m still quitting when we get back,” I managed. “You can easily find someone else.”
“I don’t want to.” His mouth crashed into mine and my next rebuttal ended on his lips.
What was left of my restraint melted when he pinned me to the wall with his hips.
Still kissing him, I moaned under his control, feeling all the rage and hatred roll from my mouth and into his.
“Fuck…” he breathed, sliding his tongue against mine.
Through the silk of my dress, his erection pressed hot and unforgiving against my thigh—an undeniable promise of exactly how this argument was about to end.
I reached down and rubbed my palm against where his cock strained against the fabric.
He tore away from my mouth, breathing hard as his eyes flicked to the front of his pants and then back to me.
“Pull it out.”
I hesitated, feeling the vodka from earlier burn in my veins.
“Andrea,” he said, pushing down the front of my dress to expose my breasts. “Pull out my dick…”
Obliging, I slid my hands into his pants. My fingers pulled back his boxers, and then I pulled it out.
I stared at it as he plucked a condom from his wallet. Then he pressed it into my hand and silently demanded I put it on him.
The music from below was suddenly louder, and there were footsteps pattering on the floors above.
“Don’t focus on that.” He sucked my right nipple into his mouth before looking at the condom in my hand. “Focus on me fucking you…”
I unwrapped it and bent low to roll it on him, but something inside me snapped.
I sank to my knees without breaking eye contact and took him into my mouth like I was daring him to stop me. I slowly moved my head back, then I swallowed him again and again.