Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I walk back over to the bed and look at the egg and wallet still lying there. I pick up the egg and give it one last look before putting it back into the box and into my bag. I take my hoodie off and toss it to the floor. I fall back onto the mattress and then pick up the wallet and take out his driver's license. I stare at the man who has me tied in knots and wonder for the millionth time what he’s doing to me.
He was turned on, but was it me he really wanted? I shake my head as I slide the driver's license back in place and put the wallet with my hoodie. Maybe he did really want help with his security while also getting some payback in the process. Either way, for the first time in my life I’m excited for whatever Bradford is going to ask me to do tomorrow. Maybe I need a challenge too. If he wants to play with me then fine. I can do the same to him, only I’ll line my bank account while I do it. Then when I’m done I’ll get the hell out of here.
I lift my hand when I remember the bracelet. Or maybe that won't be as easy as I think. I have no doubt there’s some kind of tracking device on this thing. I glare at it for a moment before I smile. It’s just one more obstacle, and when I’m finished with Mr. Billionaire he’ll be taking it off for me himself. If he wants a challenge he’s going to get one.
Chapter 6
Bennett
Leaving her last night was absolute hell, but I never really left her. I stayed outside and had security all around her until the morning when she left to go meet Bradford. That’s when I decided it was safe enough for me to go because I’d have someone with eyes on her from then on. What I didn’t anticipate was that she’d be so good at giving my guards the slip, but that’s why I gave her the bracelet. Of course it has a tracking device in it, but I have to say the idea of getting a ring on her was really the whole point. The device is just an additional bonus.
The indoor pool area is always really hot and steamy. I love coming down here every so often and getting in the water just to clear my mind. Especially lately with how distracted I’ve been. I feel like I need it now more than ever. The other reason I’m down here is that if my little jaguar succeeds in her task today, she’ll be here in no time.
I drop my towel on the nearby lounger and walk over to the edge of the pool. I’ve got my Speedo on for doing laps and grab my goggles off the nearby table. I go to the edge and when I’m ready I take the plunge. The water is hot and as I move my arms and legs my body warms as well.
I swim from one end of the pool to the next until I can’t catch my breath. When I’m done I glance at my watch and it’s be impossible to control my smile. It’s almost time. When I climb out of the pool I turn around to grab my towel and I’m surprised when I see James sitting there on my lounger. I wonder how long she’s been watching me.
“You’re early,” I say as I slowly walk over towards her.
She’s sitting on my towel and doesn’t make a move to get up and give it to me. Instead I watch her eyes move over my chest and down to my cock that’s already straining obscenely against the small swim shorts. I’m more than okay with her objectifying me because all it does is turn me on.
“Your security is slack,” she says by way of an explanation and shrugs.
“But were you successful in your mission?” I ask, and she nods as she reaches into her bag and pulls out the white box. “Open it.”
She looks at me for a moment but then curiosity wins out and she takes off the lid. When she pushes away the tissue she fishes out what looks like a piece of string and tugs it out of the box. She holds is up and lets it hang down and then stares at it.
“What is this?” she asks before she looks over at me.
“You’re bathing suit,” I say and step in front of her, taking her hand. “Let’s get you changed.”
I tug on her arm and she comes to stand up in front of me as I kneel down in front of her.
“I don’t know how to swim,” she admits, and there’s a part of me that wonders if she’s just telling me this so I don’t force her or if she’s being honest.