Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I smooth my dress as he approaches the door, but a woman in green rushes up to him and kisses his lips.
Sighing, I take a seat and decide to kill time the best way I know how. Calling Dominic.
“Yes?” he answers.
“I hope you’re miserable this holiday season,” I say.
“I hate to tell you that I’m not.”
“How are you spending it?”
“I’m helping my best friend Paul with something.”
“Did you get him a gift for whenever he becomes manager at that hedge fund?”
“I did, but he won’t need it,” he says. “Long story. How are you spending the holiday this year?”
“I’m getting engaged.”
“To who?”
“Does it matter?”
“Hell yes.” He sounds upset. “Does he know that you still call and talk to me?”
“He doesn’t care about that,” I say. “And it’s Dante.”
“The guy who fucking cheated on you last year?”
“He’s a changed man.”
“I doubt it. You can do way better than him, Georgia.”
“Don’t expect an invitation to our wedding.”
“I wouldn’t dare to come anyway.” He sighs. “What did he say to make you even think about going back?”
“I’m not serious about being engaged to him.” I relinquish part of the ruse. “I’m actually getting married to a different guy, and no, he doesn’t know about my phone calls to you.”
“When do you plan to tell him?”
“Before you do, since it sounds like you’re about to threaten me with that.”
“I’m in the middle of landing something,” he says, his voice terse. “I’ll call you a little later, and you need to pick up.”
He ends the call without another word, and I almost feel bad for lying to him.
Almost.
Another plane pulls up to the departing zone, and another business appears at the top of the steps.
Like the last guy, his suit is tailored to his body, but…He looks way sexier, and he looks familiar.
Dominic?
As he descends the step, I realize it’s him, and his usual staffers and a bodyguard are preparing his luggage.
Of course, he’s flying somewhere for the holiday.
I crane my neck and wait to see Amy emerge in one of her usual Versace or Gucci dresses, but no other woman appears.
Not even a flight attendant.
Confused, I call the reservation desk at the estate.
“Happy holidays from the Grace Estate, how may I direct your call?”
“Hey Dana, it’s me,” I say. “Can you do me a quick favor and run a quick name search on all incoming reservations between now and New Year’s Day?”
“Sure thing. What’s the name?”
“Check for Reiss, Reiss Enterprises, Dominic R LLC, and Dom R.”
“Got it.” She hums as her fingers tap against the keyboard. “None of those names are popping up for me. I even extended my search out by ninety days.”
“I appreciate it. Thank you!” I end the call as Dominic steps into the building.
Wherever he’s staying while he’s here, it’ll be second best, which is what he deserves for firing me.
Before I can turn my head, he spots me.
Stopping mid-stroll, he slowly looks me up and down before coming my way.
“Georgia?”
“Get your eyes checked,” I say. “I’m not that person, and that’s not my name.”
He laughs. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting on my fiancé. We just discussed him on the phone, remember?”
“Right.” He rolls his eyes. “I guess he does pretty well for himself if he can afford to fly into this airport.”
“Yeah, he’s far wealthier than you.”
“I doubt that.” He’s looking me over again, and it suddenly feels like we’re alone in this terminal, like he’s seconds away from picking up where we left off in the office last year.
“Happy Holidays, Dominic. You can run along with your life now.” I motion for him to move, but he doesn’t budge.
“You look sexy as fuck in that dress,” he says. “Does your fiancé know you’re out tempting someone like me with it?”
“Tell you what,” I say, “Let’s call him and see what he thinks. I have to warn you, he’s pretty possessive when it comes to me.”
“I would be, too.” He doesn’t look the slightest bit threatened.
I call The Office Guest’s automated line, giving them the right to release my information to the guest.
“Yes, sweetheart.” I pretend like there’s not a machine on the other end. “I’m standing in the terminal right now, and I can’t wait to fuck you hard multiple times during our amazing hot and sweaty sex, and feel your cock in my mouth. Okay, love you bye.”
Looking surprised, Dominic finally steps away from me, but not far enough.
“Hold that thought,” he says, answering his buzzing phone. “Yes, this is he…Yes, I’ve landed and found my way to the terminal building.”
I glance behind him as another plane lets down its staircase.
“No, I didn’t see anyone with a sign,” Dominic says. “Can you tell me what she’s wearing before you tell me that information?”
The businessman that appears looks like he’s ninety years old, so I know that’s not my fiancé.