Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Would she like that? Would she carry my babies and spend her days wrapped up in the cabin with me? She could draw all she wanted. I’d make sure she had plenty of space and time to work on her art. Hell, I could build her own workshop if she’d like. Just as long as she would stay with me and our babies.
Sadness flickers across her features before she carefully schools her expression, giving me a grin. “I could go for an ice cream sundae if you’re ordering room service.”
Chapter 9
Joy
“One ice cream sundae coming up,” Ford says. He’s told me so much about himself tonight. I’ve learned more about the man behind the mask than I have in six months of working for him.
He orders room service while I slip into the bathroom to clean myself up. I can’t believe that I had sex with my hot boss tonight.
There is not going to be enough ice cream in the world to get me through this when I’m back alone in my apartment. But for now, I’m going to let myself feel the giddy happiness of having been with Ford, the man I’m wildly in love with.
As soon as I think the thought, I gasp. I’m in love with him. I’m in love with Ford. I think I’ve known that for months. From the first moment I met him, but now my heart will no longer let me deny it.
He still doesn’t know it’s me. He doesn’t know that I’m the one that he just gave his virginity to. Could we see each other again, maybe with the masks?
What am I thinking? I’m being ridiculous. There is no way this isn’t ending tonight. I have to treat tonight like what it is, a beautiful gift that I never expected.
With that thought, I leave the bathroom. I’m aware of a cool breeze under my dress. I lost my underwear somewhere with Ford, and I haven’t seen them since. I check under the cushion that he put under my hips, then I feel along the rumpled covers.
He’s watching me from the armchair in the corner of the room, reminding me of the scene we saw downstairs. “What are you looking for?”
“I had underwear. Did you see them? I thought I was still wearing them when we came up here.”
“I’ll help you look.” He checks around the room, squatting to look under the bed. I love the way his pants stretch so tight across his firm ass. He has a body built from stone. I think again about those scars on his side. I want to ask him a million questions, but I don’t. If he doesn’t want to tell me that story, that’s his decision.
“Are you undressing me with your eyes?” The amusement in his voice lets me know that he doesn’t mind.
Before I can answer, there’s a soft knock on the door. That must be the delivery of our dessert. I cross the room to pull open the door, surprised to see a waitress with a whole cart of food.
I step back, and she comes into the room, wheeling the cart behind her. She sets it up on the table then Ford tips her. She leaves quietly after that, not sparing either of us a glance.
“Can you imagine the level of discretion required to work in a place like this?” I ask him as I cross the room to the table. “You’ve got a lot of food.”
“I didn’t know what else you might be in the mood for.” The husky note in his voice lets me know that another round is definitely on the menu. I squeeze my thighs together, already feeling wetness starting again.
I reach for the hot fudge sundae, noting that it has extra sprinkles. Just the way I like. “This is all I want for now.”
Instead of opting to sit at the table, I take my dessert to the bed and settle against the headboard.
Ford selects a fudgy brownie with a scoop of ice cream and hot fudge sauce on top before joining me. He sits so close that his massive shoulder bumps against mine with every bite, but I don’t care. I love having this hulking man beside me.
“How did a beautiful girl like you end up here tonight?” He asks after we’ve lapsed into a comfortable silence.
“You call me that a lot,” I whisper and duck my head, pretending to be focused on my ice cream.
“Don’t tell me that you don’t know you’re beautiful,” he says, his tone telling me he can’t quite believe it.
I shrug. He doesn’t know who I am, and he’s not going to. It doesn’t really matter if I tell him my secret. “My sister and I used to play in movies together. It was kind of…the family business, and I loved it. I loved everything about acting, even the hard stuff like spending hours memorizing the lines was fun to me.”