Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“I’ll call him later and let you know.”
“Thank you,” she gushed, and I allowed my gaze to trail over her before a smirk shaped my lips. When she noticed, she looked down at herself as though worried she’d dropped lettuce on her blouse.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Just wondering how many other lovesick puppies are wandering around this place with unrequited crushes on you. Do you unwittingly leave a trail of broken hearts everywhere you go?” I asked teasingly.
Ada put her sandwich down and dabbed her lips. “What are you talking about?”
My smirk deepened. “I had a run in with the young lad who works here. What’s his name again?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Lewis.”
“Ah, yes, Lewis. The poor guy looked crestfallen when he saw I’d brought you lunch. I think he may have been holding out hope for you.”
Ada shook her head. “Don’t be silly. Lewis is a flirt, but he isn’t interested in me. Besides, I already told you, I’m not into younger men, and even if I were, it would be a moot point because I’m with you now.”
Why did that statement please me so much? I swear my chest puffed up, my cock stirring just hearing it. I smiled at her darkly, imagining all the things I wanted to do to her there in her office that would unfortunately have to wait until later.
“Yes, you are with me now,” I practically growled, affirming her statement and enjoying the hint of rouge that stained her cheeks.
We ate and conversed about various topics until it was time for me to leave. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to shove all the folders and papers off Ada’s desk, lay her across it and bury my face between her thighs. Fortunately, I managed to reign in the urge since I figured Ada wouldn’t appreciate me ruining her carefully organised workspace. We kissed goodbye, with a promise that she’d come over later and I’d cook her dinner.
It went that way for the rest of the week, with us spending every spare moment we could together. On Friday just before lunch, Therese rapped her knuckles lightly on my door before ducking her head in.
“You have a visitor,” she said, and Ada appeared behind her, smiling. She held a bag with food, her long dark hair hanging about her shoulders. She typically wore her hair up for work, so to see it down had my mind wandering back to that morning when I’d kissed my way down her naked body, her hair fanned out across the pillow.
“Hey, so every third Friday, I get to take a half day,” she said as she stepped into my office, and I reached around her to close the door. As soon as we were alone, I swept her into my arms, backed her up against the wall and dove for the hollow of her neck. It was one of my favourite spots to kiss, mainly because of the way it always managed to quicken her breathing.
“Is that so,” I murmured huskily into her skin. I was obsessed with her scent, her warmth and inviting softness.
“Yes, so,” she exhaled heavily when my hand trailed down her stomach, seeking the buttons on her coat. “I thought I’d return the favour and come bring you lunch.”
“What did you bring?”
“Sushi.”
“Yum.”
“Great, shall we sit—”
Before she could finish the sentence, my mouth silenced her. I kissed her like a desperate man, like we hadn’t spent every night that week wrapped up together, whether it was in her bed or mine.
She melted into my kiss, the tension in her body dissolving, before her delicate hands pressed against my shoulders as she broke away. “I actually … I wanted to speak to you about something.”
“Oh?” I asked, still staring at her mouth, entranced.
Ada stepped away and went to sit in the chair in front of my desk. She set the paper bag down and began unloading boxes. “It’s about our arrangement. I’m supposed to be cleaning your apartment on Saturdays, but the last two weeks, you’ve told me to take the week off. You’re going to have to let me clean for you tomorrow.”
My expression sobered while a feeling of discomfort sprang forth. I wasn’t happy with our old arrangement. In fact, I felt like scrapping it entirely.
“What if I said I didn’t want you doing that anymore?”
“Then who’s going to clean for you?” she countered.
“I’ll hire a service.”
“Okay, but what about the rent, then? If I’m not cleaning for you, then it’s way too low.”
“We’re seeing each other, Ada. I’m not having you clean for me, nor will I be adjusting the rent.”
“But—”
“The conversation is over. Now, let’s eat.” I focused on the food but could practically feel her eyes lasering into me. I heaved a sigh as I looked up. “What?”
“Nothing,” she replied, but it was obviously something.