Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I aim for the sink. Ribbons of cum spurt onto the counter, the floor. A tribute to that she-devil in my living room.
No, not a devil.
I have a moment of clarity following my release. My resistance to Aubrey drops away.
Of course she’s not suitable. Not mate material.
She’s human. She hates me.
But some part of me already thinks of her as mine. She’s here in my penthouse. Doing my bidding.
She may be putting on a show about not doing my bidding, but the fact is, she’s here because she wants to be here. She feels the chemistry between us, same as I do.
She’s mine.
Chapter Thirteen
Aubrey
I’m fully absorbed in my work when a heavy knock sounds at the door.
Startled, I shriek and teeter on the step of the ladder.
Strong hands grip my hips from behind, and I’m suddenly balanced and held perfectly still over my feet by Billy.
“Whoa.” My hand flies to cover his. “Okay. I guess you got me.”
His face is that blank mask, but he seems reluctant to let me go.
I can’t say I mind.
After a moment, his grip eases, and he strides to the door without another word.
A delivery guy stands there with three large bags. Must be lunch–it smells heavenly. Like Thai food. He takes bags and tips the guy cash.
“Are you hosting a lunch meeting?”
He turns and frowns at me. “Why do you say that?”
“Are you going to eat all that food?”
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got one of everything.” His voice is grumpy, like he’s pissed off he had to order one of everything for me.
Like he couldn’t have just asked me what I wanted.
One of everything is what he sent to my door the night he drove me home from Sentience.
“Who in the world is going to eat all this?”
He doesn’t answer, ignoring me and walking the food to the kitchen.
Suddenly aware that I’m starving, I trail behind him. I check my phone–it’s already one-thirty. I worked straight through my usual lunch time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize it was past lunchtime.”
“I heard your stomach growling from in here.” Billy plops the giant bags of food on the counter and starts taking out and opening containers.
Seriously, there’s enough food for ten people here.
“That is when I could hear it over your singing.”
Oh God. I was singing out loud. I feel my face get warm, but I quickly force the embarrassment down.
I lift my chin. “Singing is part of my process. If you don’t like it, you might need to find another place to work.”
Yeah, I definitely crossed the line now.
Billy’s eyes glint in the light. He shows no irritation or trace of emotion on his face. “Did you sing at Sentience?”
I’m blushing again.
“Well, I don’t know. I wasn’t aware I was singing out loud until you pointed it out.”
He arches a brow like he doesn’t believe me. “I think you just want the attention.” He cocks his head. With that sculpted jaw and sharp gray eyes, he’s sexy as fuck, and I wish I weren’t acutely aware of that fact. His voice drops to a low purr, and his lids droop slightly. “Do you want my attention, Aubrey?”
What a bastard.
I want to slap that smug expression right off his face even as my nipples harden into stiff points.
“Oh, trust me, Suit. When I want your attention, you’ll know it.”
His gaze trails from my face, down my heated neck. He angles his head to peer at my side-boob in the gap between the bib of my overalls. I purposely wore the bikini top because it highlights the swell of my breasts when you look at me from that angle.
He’s pointing out that he’s aware of that fact.
He knows I dressed for him.
Gah–that I wanted his attention.
Dammit!
He makes a show of lifting his head and meeting my gaze. “You sure about that?” He flicks his brows.
He brings his fingertip to the buckle on my overalls. “If I unhooked this, what would I find, Silver?”
“Silver?” I try to catch up, confused. First it was Cafe Girl. Now Silver.
“Silver. For the ring in your nose. And navel. You call me Suit. I call you Silver.”
His fingertip caresses the button. I want him touching me, rather than the metal. My skin. My nipple.
He noticed my belly button ring. He has a pet name for me. I wasn’t wrong that he’s into me.
“Are your nipples hard for me, Aubrey?”
My pussy clenches. “No.”
The corners of his lips lift in a ghost of a smile. “Liar.”
He brings his other hand to the buckle. “I’m going to unbuckle just one side of your overalls to find out. If I’m right, you leave it unbuckled the rest of the day.”
Of course, the ruthless businessman likes to strike bargains. God, I want him to. I want to take this thing between us another step. What would be the harm?