Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
That’s grim.
Chapter Fifteen
FRANKIE
There are only so many times I can go over this contract at this point. I know I’m using it to keep myself busy. I went ahead and sent it over to Kyle and Turner. This is supposed to be a team thing, but they bounced out of here two hours ago.
I overheard them talking about going to play golf or some boring shit. I, of course, wasn’t invited. It’s not that I even remotely wanted to go; it’s the fact that they didn’t even give me the option.
The boys won’t invite you to their club if you’re better at their job than them. It's not that they're incompetent, but if they can drag ass, they will. They don’t have anything to prove, and I’m starting to wonder if I do. Both of them know I'll get this done and wrapped up in a bow.
There’s nothing more that I want than to send it straight to my boss Evan, but that will get twisted and used against me if I do. They would claim that I hadn't given them a chance to participate. They love to play the victim when it’s convenient for them.
They both have been radio silent to me about this contract since the dinner. In fact, the only email I received was from Turner asking me if my fiancé could get tickets at a discounted price to football games.
I grimace as my email receives a reply from Kyle. All it says is that it looks good, but I know he didn't read shit. It’s been thirty seconds since I sent it, and the contract is over fifty pages. I close my laptop, packing up for the day.
When I step off the elevator, Kaden is standing there, leaning up against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. The second his eyes land on me, a smile spreads across his handsome face.
A face that had been between my thighs last night. The man is way too handsome for his own good and my self-control.
"You're here," I blurt out. It's rude, but I suppose I keep thinking he might be tired of my shit. I'm me, and I even get tired of my own shit. It shouldn't surprise me that he showed up. He said he was going to, and he hasn’t gone back on his word since we started whatever this is between us. I’m guessing that’s not the only reason he showed up either. Probably thought I was going to try to dip out on him.
“Where else would I be?” He pushes off the wall, heading straight toward me. I stand there as he drops a kiss on my lips as if it’s the most natural thing in the whole world. “I missed you.” Kaden takes my hand. I don’t miss the security guards at the front desk who are watching all of this.
The news of my engagement to Kaden quickly spread throughout the building. I swear a couple of the men I worked with gave me a few glances. I'm sure they were wondering why Kaden Gunner was engaged to me. I ignored it all.
"I might have missed you." There was no might about it. I have missed him, and it irks me.
"Good, because I have plans for us."
"Are you calling it plans? Because if you say date, I might run."
Kaden smirks, letting me know I'm right. "You can try and run," he says playfully, but I see a glint in his eyes, as if daring me so that he can chase. It sends desire firing through my veins.
"Not in these heels." Kaden holds the passenger door open for me. I slip inside. "What do you have planned for us?" I ask when he takes off from the curb.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Surprises aren’t really my thing.” Well, they never have been before Kaden, but I can’t help the little spark of excitement that flutters in my belly.
“I wanted to take my woman out.”
“So you planned a date. Just for me?”
“I did.”
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“Are you a curious kitten?”
I snort a laugh. That’s really sexy, Frankie. I am curious. I haven’t been on a ton of dates. Hell, only a couple, if I can recall, and they might not have been full dates but more friends hanging out. Who knows? They have always been sporty dates to the batting cages or go-karts. Which isn’t the worst thing. Sure, it can be fun, but men put me in this box of the tomboy. I know I don’t help with that, but it does burn.
"Fine, I'll be surprised."
"That's the hope." He reaches over and places his hand on my thigh.
I'm more curious when he pulls up to the Bloomem Court at The Plaza. This place is super fancy. There is luxury shopping on the first three floors. The fourth and fifth floors house a spa, while the top floor features The Gilded Teapot.