It felt like we were the
only two people in the world, instead of inside a busy, posh restaurant.
“This is beautiful. But odd,” I said.
Graham took off his
jacket and settled into his side of the table with one arm casually slung over
the top of the booth. “Fitting.”
“Are you saying I’m odd?”
“Are we going to fight
about it if I say yes?”
“Probably.”
“Then, yes.”
My brow furrowed. “You want to fight with me?”
Graham tugged at his
tie, loosening it. “I find it turns me
on.”
I laughed. “I think you need counseling.”
“After the last few
days, I believe you may be right.”
The waitress returned
with our drinks. She set a highball
glass down in front of him and a wine glass in front of me.
Graham had ordered
Hendrick’s and tonic. “That’s an old man’s
drink, gin and tonic,” I said as I sipped my wine.
He swirled the ice
around in his glass, then brought it to his lips and looked at me over the rim
before drinking. ”Remember what arguing
with me does. You might want to look
under the table.”
My eyes widened. “You aren’t.”
He smirked and cocked an
eyebrow. “Go ahead. Put your head under. I know you’re dying to take a peek anyway.”
After we both finished
our drinks, and some of my nerves had started to calm, we finally had our first
real conversation. One that wasn’t about
sex or tongue rings.
“So how many hours do
you work a day in that big fancy office of yours?”
“I usually go in by
eight and try to leave by eight.”
“Twelve hours a
day? That’s sixty hours a week.”
“Not counting weekends.”
“You work weekends, too?”
“Saturdays.”
“So your only day off is
Sunday?”
“I actually sometimes
work in the evening on Sunday, too.”
“That’s nuts. When do you find time to enjoy yourself?”
“I enjoy my work.”
I scoffed. “Didn’t sound that way when I stopped in the
other day. Everyone there seems afraid
of you, and you refused to open the door.”
“I was busy.” He folded his arms over his chest.
I did the same. “So was I.
I took two trains to personally deliver that phone, you know. And you didn’t have the decency to even come
out and say thank you.”
“I didn’t know what was
behind the door waiting for me, or I would have come out.”
“A person. A person was behind the door. One who went out of her way for you. If I were a sixty-year-old married woman with
blue hair, you should have come out to thank me.”
He sighed. “I’m a busy man, Soraya.”
“Yet here you are on a
weeknight at only 7PM. Shouldn’t you be
working until eight if you’re so busy?”
“I make exceptions when
warranted.”
“How big of you.”
He arched an
eyebrow. “You want to look under the
table, don’t you?”
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It started out like any other morning on the train.
Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the
aisle.
He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the
world.
Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God?
Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.
When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way
out.
I might have picked it up.
I might have gone through all of his photos and called some
of the numbers.
I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until
I finally conjured up the courage to return it.
When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he
refused to see me.
So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant
jerk’s office.
I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first
though.
I didn’t expect him to text back.
I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.
I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met.
The two of us couldn’t have been any more different.
Yet, you know what they say about opposites.
When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites
sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other.
Nothing could have prepared me for the
ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when
the ride was over.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
Other books from Vi
Keeland & Penelope Ward
Cocky Bastard
Meet Penelope Ward
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA
Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Penelope lives for reading
books in the new adult/contemporary romance genre, coffee and hanging out with
her friends and family on weekends. She is the proud mother of a beautiful
11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in
Gemini) and a 9-year-old boy, both of whom are the lights of her life.
Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island. She is the author of
RoomHate, which hit #2 on the New York Times Bestseller list and #1 on the Wall
Street Journal Bestseller list. Her novel, Stepbrother Dearest, also spent four
consecutive weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. Other works include
the New York Times bestseller Cocky Bastard (co-written with Vi Keeland), Sins
of Sevin, My Skylar, Jake Undone, Jake Understood and Gemini.
Other books from Penelope Ward
RoomHate
Sins of Sevin
Stepbrother Dearest
Gemini
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake
#2)
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Meet Vi Keeland
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that
occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't
change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall
Street Journal, & USA Today Bestselling author. Over the last
three years, ten of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller
lists and three on the New York Times Bestseller lists.
Additional Books by Vi Keeland
Life on Stage series (2 standalone
books)
Beat
Throb
MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series,
Book One)
Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)
Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series,
Book Three)
The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You (Cole Series, Book
One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
Standalone novels
The Baller
Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
First Thing I See
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