Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
The jetting of his release into my body triggered mine and I tightened even more around him as I too climaxed in the most spectacular way.
He left my body and I wanted to scream at the emptiness he left behind. Instead I closed my legs to keep the mixture of our juices from running out and onto the sheets. I needn’t have worried. He’d been so far inside me this time that there was hardly any. It was all deep inside me. I wish I could hold onto it forever.
He walked to the bathroom. He would know where it is. This was his house after all, or more to the point, the house he’d set up for me. He’d chosen the house, this particular house, for privacy sake. A condo would’ve done just as well for what we were doing here, but there would’ve been too many people, too many eyes.
So instead, he’d bought a little starter home in a community where we were sure to have our privacy. I had no say in that either. I’d learned from the very beginning that this was his show. If I wanted to be with him, then I had to play by his rules.
I had never chafed at them until here lately. Things had changed for me, but maybe not for him. I was no longer happy with the quick stops in and out, like a one night stand that kept repeating itself. I wanted more, but to get more I would lose him.
One thing about Jonas Harp, he’s very forthright, there’s nothing left to question when dealing with him, because he spells it all out. I have the contract to prove it.
He came back into the room, dressed, not a hair out of place. He looked towards me in the bed with a look on his face as if he were studying me. I held still, not even breathing. Is this when he would shred my heart to pieces? I waited for the horrible words that would turn my world upside down but they never came.
He checked his watch before looking back at me. “You’ll be late back if you don’t get a move on. We have the Sorensen meeting this afternoon I need you there.”
Sweeter words were never said. My heart flew free like a bird and my body relaxed. I didn’t realize I’d been tensed as if waiting for a blow. He left the room and the house and only then did I fly off the bed and head for the shower to clean up.
The soap was still wet from his shower, the towel he’d discarded still damp. I ran the towel through my thighs touching my most intimate parts for one last feel of him.
Chapter 3
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I hurried back into my clothes, and grabbed an apple on my way out. I know I should be eating better, but my appetite wasn’t what is used to be. I got into the car he’d bought me as part of the package. It wasn’t sporty, wasn’t flashy, but I’d done the research. It was the safest car on the market.
The price tag had given me heart palpitations, but surely this was evidence that he cared. There had been questions and whispers in the beginning but he’d taken care of that as well. As far as anyone was concerned it was a company car fit for the assistant of one of the city’s leading businessmen.
The reminder burst my bubble, even though I had the bill of sale in my name showing that it was indeed mine and had nothing to do with work. But I couldn’t share that with anyone. That contract that had once made me feel taken care of and protected was now an albatross.
I’d snooped around and nowhere was it ever said that he’d dealt this way with any of the women he’d taken to his bed after his family’s demise. Those relationships if they can be called that had never lasted longer than a few weeks.
I couldn’t imagine losing him that soon after having known him. Most of those women it was thought were still working for him; I probably see them everyday. But none of us dare share water cooler gossip about the great Jonas Harp or things would end badly for us. I wonder how he’s kept them quiet sans the contract requiring their silence.
It was something I’ll never know the answer to.
Back at the office it was Rachel I saw as soon as I walked in. She was leaving his inner office again with a most satisfied look on her face. He wouldn’t dare would he? How could he leave my bed, my body and come here to flirt with her?
“Oh Thalia, you’re back. I thought you were gone for the day.” I mumbled something to her but pretended interest in the readout on my computer screen.