Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Why’d he have to pick my apartment to move next door to? I’m sure there’s a halfway house somewhere that would take him. Perhaps I could offer him to a tribe of cannibals. Though he’d piss them off before they even got the chance to turn him into a tasty snack. And tasty he would be; there’s no denying that.
Despite my irritation, I pick through the box, looking over the array of toys that I will never be able to use, simply because the knowledge that Raiden was the one who got these for me means that every screaming orgasm they could potentially produce would be nothing more than a gift from the devil next door. He would inadvertently claim ownership of every orgasm I ever had, and I could never allow that to happen. My orgasms are sacred.
My phone ringing breaks the silence in my apartment, and I bail on the box of sex toys, stride into my room, and quickly find my phone under the sheets of my unmade bed.
“Speak to me,” I announce, answering the call.
“Girl, what the fuck are you doing?” Milan demands. “You’re about to skip out on a five-million-dollar contract. Why haven’t you accepted the job yet? If you don’t take it, somebody else will.”
“Huh?” I pull my phone away from my ear and glance at the notifications. The job she’s referring to stares right back at me, the zeros in the proposed pay making my stomach swoop. It’s a massive job in Europe that came through almost two hours ago. “Oh shit.”
My fingers move like lightning, opening the notification and glancing over the job to make sure it’s within my realm of capabilities before I hastily accept, not wanting to miss out on a payday like that. Not to mention another trip to Europe. They don’t come up all that often, but to have two so close together is a gift from the heavens above. The majority of my jobs are in the US, so it’s always nice when I get to travel—even if it’s only for a few hours.
“You got it?” Milan asks, her voice almost inaudible as I hold the phone away from my ear.
Hitting the speakerphone button, I hurry around my apartment, getting everything I need. “Got it,” I tell her as I grab my laptop and log in to my secure system before doing a search on my target. “Oh, looks like I’m heading to Barcelona.”
“Oooh, nice,” Milan says. “I haven’t been there in a minute.”
“Same,” I say, remembering just how much I love it there. “Alright, I better scram and let my pilot know I’m on my way.”
“Mmkay,” she mutters. “Love your bitch ass.”
“Right back at ya.”
And with that, I end the call and grab my bag, and before flying out the door, I blow a quick kiss to Spikezilla, promising that I’ll be back in a few days to give her all the love and attention she could possibly need.
CHAPTER 7
KIARA
Waking up in Barcelona is nothing short of a dream. Rolling out of bed after midday when I’m supposed to be on a job, now that’s a rookie error.
“Ahhh fuck,” I mutter to myself, throwing the blanket back and trudging over to the hotel window to look out at the spectacular Mediterranean coastline, and just like when I rolled in here late last night, the view takes my breath away.
It’s a beautiful day. The sun is glistening off the vast water, and as I look down at the beach below, I find the sand swarming with tourists and sunbathers, chilling in their swimwear, sipping on drinks beneath their oversized hats and umbrellas.
Now that right there is the life.
If I ever chose to hang up my weapons and have a life away from the city, this is where I’d be.
Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I get myself ready for my day, dressing in a cute bikini and slathering SPF all over my skin. If I don’t, I will burn like a peach, and believe me when I say that strapping weapons to your body when you’re rocking third-degree sunburns isn’t fun. It’s the middle of summer, and while I couldn’t have asked for a better place to spend the next few days, I also don’t know just how much time I have to spend under that blazing sun.
With my laptop under one arm, I head out to the beach, making sure to snap a few pictures of the stunning architecture and breathtaking shoreline. My followers will assume that I’ve gone straight from the South of France to Barcelona during my European beach vacation. The timing of this trip is truly spectacular.
Making my way down onto the hot sand, I find a private, shaded cabana reserved for the executive hotel guests, and I make myself comfortable on the sunlounge. My laptop rests on my thighs, and just as I open it up and start logging in to my secure system, a waiter appears at the cabana, three sparkling cocktails sitting high on a tray.