Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Abigail slid her hand into his, and he walked her down the large steps, into the waiting limo. She didn’t argue with him but slid the earrings in place and tossed the velvet box across the limo, so it landed on the other seat.
“Roman!”
“You’re not taking them back. Consider it my gift to you.”
“You’re kidding. There’s no way people even give this as a gift.”
“I’m not most people. Stop being a royal pain in the ass, and just accept it.”
She chuckled, but there was no time to argue, because they were at the gala. There was press, and Abigail was nervous.
“What if they take a picture of us?” she asked.
“And if they do, people at work won’t think twice about the fact you’re my date at a charity gala. You’re here on business. That’s what everyone knows. Only we know that by the end of the night, my dick is going to be so deep in your pussy that you won’t know where you end or I start.” He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, and then stepped out of the limo.
It felt good to have Abigail on his arm. He knew he was going to need to test her limits. Their fling was not a fling. It was the real fucking thing.
His desire for her wasn’t waning, and he doubted hers was for him. They were fire together.
The press took pictures, but they were more interested in the celebrities rather than the businessmen. He played the field, but he rarely gave the press the time of day. They arrived at the gala, and as expected, no expense was spared.
Every year he got the invite, and he remembered when his grandfather had been invited. They didn’t care if he showed up, just that money was donated, or something was auctioned off. That was how it went.
Waiters passed with large goblets of champagne, and he took two, handing one to Abigail.
“This is large,” she said.
He chuckled.
“We’ll have to mingle. Do the usual rounds.” He noticed several men were admiring Abigail.
Abigail’s gaze was on the surroundings.
“It’s really impressive, and the artwork is astounding,” she said.
That was his Abi, in a room full of powerful men and celebrities, and she was more interested in the décor. Her kind of loyalty could not be bought. He knew other rivals had attempted to snatch her away from him. Not just as his PA, but when she had been in other parts of his company, making a name for herself.
Abigail Gardner was a respected woman. Companies wanted her expertise. She had not wavered. He knew every time she was contacted. He even knew the amount that was offered, sometimes double what he paid her.
From that time in the elevator all those years ago, to each offer she turned down, his interest had grown in her. Over the years, he had known his fair share of women who liked to jump into the easy option. Not Abigail. She stayed with him all the time, through thick and thin.
He looked past her shoulder, and the moment he caught sight of Brad, her ex, he wanted to kill the fucking bastard. Of course, Brad would be at this event. His firm did this as part of their charity work, to give them a good image, even though they helped men and women with some of the worst reputations.
They fought for people who created bad working environments, sexual harassment cases. They were not a law firm Roman liked. Some people there were good. There was a time he had an account with them, but that had ceased when he heard they liked to blackmail their way out of problems. That didn’t sit well with him.
Brad had spotted Abigail, and Roman wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. He got a smile for his troubles.
Roman was certainly marking his territory.
Chapter Eight
Abigail loved artwork, and she loved looking at stunning décor. The charity gala was held in a beautiful place, and it really did take her breath away.
Roman wrapped his arm around her, and she couldn’t help but smile up at him. The truth was, her stomach was twisting in knots because this was so far out of her league, and she didn’t have a clue what she was doing.
People were talking, and there was a band playing, filtering in soft music so it wasn’t too loud.
Several men she recognized came and talked with Roman. All of them told him what a star she was, and that he hit the jackpot in hiring her. She smiled and held her hand out to thank them. Some of them had offered her jobs with amazing benefits, but her father had taught her never to turn her back on a company that had given her so much.
Abigail was not a fool, and knew in the business world it often didn’t swing both ways. Companies were not always loyal to their staff, even loyal staff. This was not the case between her and Roman.