Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I turn, swallowing as I nod. “Yeah, I know.”
“You’re not VIP.”
Shit.
My brow furrows as I try and force a smile.
“Oh, but I’m sure it’s—”
“Oh, it is fine that you’re here. You just gotta help me out first.” He winks salaciously and a cold sensation creeps through me.
“You feel me? You wanna play with the rich boys tonight? How about you come for a little walk with me and I get little tast—”
“Get your fucking hands off of her.”
The deep, thundering voice booms over us, and I actually jump, my heart leaping into my throat, as I whirl. And there, standing from the couch, his broad shoulders straining at his tailored suit and his piercing eyes blazing into me, is Knox Carmichael.
“You,” he snarls, pointing right at the bouncer. The big man instantly quavers, blubbering out apologies and how he “didn’t know she was with you, Mr. Carmichael.” Knox just glares at him, and the man backs away, all but bowing to the ground as he does. I watch him grovel away, and when I turn back, I gasp as I realize the fierce green eyes of my target are blazing right into mine. He raises a hand, never blinking, never taking his gaze off my eyes as he crooks two fingers, beckoning me as he sits.
I stroll over, instantly getting stink-eyes from the two girls at his side. But Knox is giving me his full and undivided attention, and I blush as his eyes travel slowly over me.
This is a thrill I’ve never known before—a man’s eyes on me, with that hunger in them.
He stands again from the couch as I approach, his eyes never leaving mine and never blinking as he downs the rest of his drink and places it on the low table in front of the couch. One of the two beauties still sitting on the couch glares daggers at me before she plasters a sweet smile on her face and reaches for Knox’s hand, whispering something I can’t hear over the music. But Knox simply pulls his hand away, turning to each of them with a glare and muttering as he gestures with his chin, the two girls stare fire at me as they stand, bristling, and storm off.
“You.”
Knox’s deep, velvet and scotch voice rumbles through me, and when those eyes pierce right into my very soul, I very quickly know that I am in way over my head.
“Me?” I croak out, trying and probably failing to smile coyly.
Knox’s lips pull back in this gorgeous, hungry smile.
“Yes, you,” he growls, those eyes blazing into mine. He steps from behind the small drink table in front of the couch and moves towards me, never blinking, his gaze never wavering, and his eyes just scorching right into me.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
I swallow, trying to force myself to look sultry, and poised, not terrified and clearly in way over my head.
“Elise,” I lie.
Knox moves closer, until he’s right in front of me—inches from me—and looming over me.
“You’re coming with me.”
It shouldn’t be this hot to hear a man say that—a command, as if I was his property to come or go at his beck and call. And yet, when he says it, my skin tingles, my core tightens, my nipples strain at the front of my dress, and my panties instantly grow wetter.
I’m going with him. I know it’s not a discussion, and yet, I also know it’s everything I want.
And also, it means it’s time. It’s really happening, and it’s time to do this. I smile at him—coyly, coolly, seductively… at least, I hope.
“Who, me?” I say with a sassy grin on my face. Knox’s lips pull back in a hungry smile, his jaw tight and green fire blazing in his eyes.
“Yes, little one,” he purrs, making me tremble again. “You.”
I bite my lip, smiling at him through the nerves and the rush and the excitement searing through my veins. My hand slips into my little clutch, fingers touching the special “sample cup” from The Agency.
It’s time. Time to stop being the sheltered little virgin from backwater Louisiana. Time to stop hoping and praying for some overtime hours at work so I can afford my apartment and maybe some food. Time to jump into the deep end and get this job done.
Except, the really, really naughty thing is? The part that’s actually way worse, and way dirtier than doing what I’m about to do with a man I don’t know for a hundred thousand bucks? It’s that deep down, with him?
…With him, I’d do all of this for free.
4
Knox
Oh, it’s almost not even fair. She truly still thinks she’s the hunter and not the hunted, and she’s blissfully unaware of how very aware of her I am. Yes, I’ve been watching her trying to casually watch me in the club every night this week. Hell, it’s the very reason I’ve even been going every night. I hardly ever go out, and never for five goddamn nights in a row. Who the fuck has time for that? Especially if you’re a man like me with zero interest in the hangers-on and the bank-account-fuckers and club-girls who troll places like that for men like me.