Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“I’ll keep the Montana sapphires in mind then…” His voice trails off, and I’m reminded just how much random information he seems to know.
He’s smarter than any man I’ve ever dated…
“We still haven’t finished closing up your loan issue,” he says, “which you’re very welcome for, by the way.”
“I’ve said thank you millions of times.”
“I know. I just don’t understand why you don’t have any free time all of a sudden.”
“The Uber night was a one-off,” I admit. “I’m always ripping and running somewhere or working to stay afloat.”
I still.
I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
“So marketing isn’t your career end game?” Jameson asks.
“Far from it.”
“What is then?”
“Transforming into someone else.”
“Does that pay well?”
“If I stop choking and get back to being good at it, yes...”
“I’ll need you to elaborate on that.” He laughs. “Hold on one second, Scarlett. I’m about to get into an elevator.”
I toss my rag onto the cart and step into the hallway to stretch. As I’m moving past the elevator bank, Jameson steps off.
He’s dressed down in a grey V-neck shirt and dark jeans, and I’m too stunned in this moment to look away from him before—
OH MY GOD, no.
Stopping, his eyes meet mine.
Then he looks at his phone and back at me.
No, no, NO...
As if he’s struggling to see if I’m real, he moves closer, squinting.
“Please tell me this is another one of my illusions where I keep running into you,” he says. “You’re about to transform into one of my junior lawyers and your name is not Scarlett, correct?”
My nerves are too on edge for me to answer.
He reaches out to run his fingers through my hair for the answer and narrows his eyes.
“You work here, Scarlett?” he asks. “At my firm?”
“Wait. You have an entire law firm in your name?”
“My name is on the lights outside.”
“Okay...” I don’t dare bring up the fact that the letters haven’t said anything but “ate & ass” in the weeks I’ve been assigned here and this is just “Building A” on my cleaning sheet.
“You said you worked in marketing,” he says. “If it’s my marketing department, you can totally go and come as you please, but I’ve never seen your name on my payroll, and I personally sign every check.”
“I’m working here through a temp agency,” I say, grateful this part of my story is true.
He shakes his head, and then he closes the gap between us.
“Did someone hire you to stalk me, Scarlett?”
“What?”
“It was Ray Knight, wasn’t it?” He narrows his eyes. “Or was it my stepfather?”
“I…” I tilt my head to the side. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jameson.”
“Don’t play fucking stupid with me.” He steps forward and I step back. Then he does it again, cornering me until my back is against the wall.
“You’re here because you know that case is coming up again,” he says. “You think you’re going to distract me from handling that?”
“Case on what?”
His eyes glaze over, and suddenly he’s not talking to me anymore. He’s talking at me.
“The Uber bullshit wasn’t a coincidence, and neither was your bullshit backstory.” He places his hands on the panels behind me, caging me in. “They knew I might be inclined to help a beautiful woman, so they’re trying to see if they can rattle me.”
“Who are they?”
“I know what you’re up to, and I have over a decade on playing this goddamn game, so—”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Jameson?” I interrupt him. “Where the hell is this even coming from?”
He says nothing.
He just stares.
His eyes slowly shift from a glazed-over gray to the stunning emerald I’ve been longing to see in person for quite a while.
Whatever the hell that trance was, he’s out of it, and he looks somewhat apologetic.
“If I was good at planning things, I wouldn’t be in half of the situations I’m in right now,” I say. “And, I have no idea why you’re spouting off conspiracy theories, but... I really did get into your Uber—I mean—Porsche by mistake.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Do you?”
He presses his lips against mine for the answer, pinning me to the wall with his hips.
His kiss overpowers all my senses, and I moan as his hands slide down lower and grip my waist.
I feel his cock stiffening through the fabric of his pants, and he kisses me even harder.
Turned on, I unbuckle his pants and slide my hands inside them, gasping as I feel his thickness under my fingers.
I rub my hand up and down his cock, my breathing slowing as I imagine how he would feel deep inside me.
As if he can read my mind, he unzips my pants and pushes my panties to the side.
His thumb caresses my clit, and he lets out a groan.
“Push your pants down so I can eat your pussy...” he whispers against my mouth. “Now...”