Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“Why?” Neily narrows her gaze on the man, folding her arms over her chest.
“Doing my job, ma’am.” I can tell he’s trying to fight a laugh. “I’ll send someone over to get your drink order. Like the table, they’re free.”
“There it is! They give us a free drink, then know we’ll want another and another. Before we know it, we’ll have racked up a five hundred dollar bill,” Neily accuses. This time the man doesn’t fight his laugh. “That’s how they get you.” She narrows her eyes at the man who, continues to chuckle.
“All the drinks are on the house, ma’am,” he informs Neily before turning to leave.
“What is going on here?” Neily asks from beside me. I have no idea but my eyes search the beautiful club for my mystery man. There are already a lot of people inside but not too many. People still have plenty of room to move around.
“What can I get you to drink?” I look over to the woman who was standing at the host stand where we first entered. She isn't wearing what the other servers or bartenders are. Her outfit is a little different but still matches all the others in color. It's simple, sexy and black. Yeah, we so didn't dress right for this place.
“That!” Neily points at a tray passing us with some pink martinis on it. They do look yummy. I nod in agreement. “We’ll take six.”
“Six!” I half shout.
“He said we can have all the drinks we want. It’s free.” That’s true. It is free.
“We have to work tomorrow,” I remind her.
“Fine. Two.” Her shoulders drop. “Each,” she throws out there, making me laugh. The woman rolls her eyes, walking off.
“What’s her problem?”
“No clue.” I watch the woman go.
“You see him?” Neily draws me back to the reason we’re here to begin with. I go back to looking around the club.
“I don’t see him. Maybe…” I trail off when my eyes land on his. He’s staring right at me across the bar.
“He’s staring at you.” Neily tells me what I already know. “Now you’re staring at him.” I am. I can’t pull my eyes away from him. “Stop staring.” Neily nudges me but still I can’t break eye contact with the man. I don’t know what it is about him but he always has this pull on me. Even at a distance. “He’s coming this way.”
“Oh shit.” I back up a step and then another. I hit the long booth seat at our table, making me drop down onto it. He keeps on coming. He looks determined.
“He’s coming!” Neily shouts.
“I know!” I shout back at her, finally pulling my eyes from his.
“Do I like leave you alone or...” She throws her hands up in the air, not sure what to do.
“I don’t know!” I hiss at her. This was a bad idea. I can feel my face start to heat already. We’re going to embarrass ourselves. I know it.
“Cupcake.” His deep voice rumbles through me. It’s as sexy as him. Of course it is. I turn to look at him, my eyes meeting a wall of hard chest. I have to tilt my head all the way back to meet his gaze.
“Cupcake?” Neily says. Wait. Is that what he called me? I don’t have a chance to ask before his mouth is on mine.
5
Sean
I should take this slow. That’s what I told myself I was going to do once I got her little ass into the club. As soon as she was under my roof where I knew I would have some kind of control. I convinced myself that I could be patient and take my time. That was until I’d gotten close to her.
The flush of her cheeks and her eager eyes that were looking around the club like she was searching for someone had sent me into a tiny bit of a panic. The thought of her being here to meet someone had lit something inside of me. I knew that I had to stake my claim before anyone else got to her.
Her fingers dig into my shirt as I deepen the kiss. My hands go to her ass to bring her flush against me. Her lips are the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I push my tongue past them, needing to taste more of her. She parts them, tentatively opening her mouth for me. She tastes as sweet as the name I gave her. She’s a delectable little morsel that I plan to eat up.
Slowly her tongue slips into my mouth and she starts to kiss me back. She really is sweet. Her kiss is untrained and covered in innocence. I groan into her mouth, lifting her up off her feet. Needing her to be as close to me as possible.
“Sir,” I hear someone call. I break from the kiss, not wanting to but remembering where I am. I’m in my club at my place of work. I’m sure all of my employees are staring in shock. Sure, over the years there has been gossip about who I was dating, but that's exactly what it was: gossip.