Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
I exhale in frustration. “Look, I’m in the middle of something important here. Is there anything else you called to tell me?”
Cameron lets out a long exhale. “Did you check into the new place I got for you yet? I got a notification a couple hours ago you hadn’t checked in yet.”
Shit. “Oh. Yeah, about that . . . I decided to stay at the bungalow all week after all.”
“The ‘Runaway Bride’ didn’t want the place?”
I feel like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. “She’s staying with me. All week.”
“Roman motherfucking Maguire! We talked about this, and you agreed—”
“I changed my mind.”
“Goddammit. There’s no pussy in the world worth—”
“There is, actually, as I’ve been lucky enough to find out.” I snicker. “Repeatedly.”
Cameron gripes under his breath. And then, “Please, at least tell me you haven’t gone out in public with her.”
“If you want full honesty, then I can’t tell you that.” I give Cameron a rundown of my amazing day with Iris, and he grumbles and complains. “Look, I don’t pull this card on you very often,” I say, feeling intensely annoyed. “But you work for me, remember? Not the other way around. So, fine, you gave me your professional advice about what you think I should do, and I decided to disregard it. Which is my right, since this is my fucking life. Not yours. At this point, it’s time for you take off your fucking agent cap and put on your best friend cap. Do that or shut the fuck up, man, because I’m done with this goddamned conversation and all your whining and bitching.”
I can practically hear Cameron rolling his eyes across the phone line.
“I’d have thought you’d want me feeling as relaxed and happy as possible,” I rant. “As you might recall, the ‘best sports psychologist in the world’ you forced me to see said me being relaxed and happy off the field will help—”
“Will you shut the fuck up already? You’ve made your point.” He exhales. “Goddammit, Rome, you horny fuck. I thought you’d slowed down on the one-night stands.”
“I have.” There’s no point in explaining my white-hot, irresistible attraction to Iris because Cameron wouldn’t understand. How could he, when I don’t understand it myself? Yes, I’m a horny fuck. Always have been. That’s why I had sex with Iris the first time, even before getting back the results of the background check. But after that, it wasn’t simple horniness that inspired me to plan a daylong romantic date today. No, I did that because Iris makes me feel something beyond simple lust. The truth is she touches my heart. She makes me laugh and feel good. She makes me feel protective, possessive, and jealous, even about hypothetical men touching her. And the best part? She makes me feel all of it without her knowing I’m Roman fucking Maguire.
“Anything else you need to talk to me about?” I bark into my phone at Cameron. “Because Iris is waiting for me back in the bungalow, and you’re pissing me off.”
“Where are you now?”
“Outside on the beach. I didn’t want her or anyone else overhearing our call.”
“Has she signed an NDA, at least?”
“There’s no need.”
“Fucking hell, Roman. That’s your dick talking.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t negate the fact that she’s a trustworthy sweetheart, Cam. Trust my instincts here, okay?”
“I guess I’ve got no choice, huh?”
“Now you’re getting it. Call me if you find out anything I should know before my golf game on Friday, or if the Thunderbolts suddenly decide to meet my demands. If it’s anything other than those two things, then leave me the fuck alone to have a fun and carefree week with my horny and hot little runaway bride.”
Chapter 18
Roman
When I return to the bungalow, Iris is nowhere to be found. Presumably, she’s where she said she’d be: lying in bed, naked and wide awake, awaiting round two.
I stride toward the bedroom and suddenly realize I don’t have the ice bucket. Did I leave it on the beach after my call with Cameron? “Hey, Iris?” I call out as I approach the bedroom. “I’ll be right back. I think I left the ice bucket on the—” My words catch in my throat when I reach the bedroom doorway and spy Iris in the bed. She’s not only naked and ready for me, as promised; she’s a wet dream. Pleasuring herself with a vibrator with her thighs spread open and her head slung back.
I lean my shoulder against the doorframe with a smile. “Excuse me, young lady, who gave you permission to get yourself off? That’s my job this week.”
Iris opens her eyes and flashes me a sultry, inviting look—but she notably doesn’t lift the vibrator from her sweet spot. “You were taking so long to come back, I decided to keep myself wet for you so we can jump right into round two without needing foreplay.”