The Bishop Affair (Dominated by the Billionaire Brothers - Part Four) by Jennifer Simms Page B
Authors: Jennifer Simms
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this stupid item for him, surely I deserved to know what it
was. One little peek wouldn’t hurt...besides it’s not like he’d ever know I looked...
A loud honk snapped me out
of my temptation. I came this far. It’d be a shame to screw up now.
Before long, we pulled up to
the front of the Bishop building, the past few minutes a complete blur. I
quickly handed the driver a few large bills, the equivalent of ten times what I
had pay and glanced at my cell phone. I had five minutes left.
Immediately after the driver
said “Goodluck”, I raced up the steps toward the building entrance, dodging the
occasional person here and there. Just as I reached the top, my heels snagged
on the last step and I tumbled to the ground, the bag flying several yards in
front of me.
“Jeez Lori, are you all
right?”
I scrambled to find my feet,
purposely ignoring whoever called out. I didn’t have time to chat.
“Let me help you with that.”
Just as I spotted the box
that had tumbled out of the paper bag, two masculine hands scooped it up.
“Give it to me!” I cried
frantically, like a mother crying for her child.
As I snatched the bag from
the ground, the hands offered the box to me. I hastily dropped it inside the
bag, feeling absolute dread that the contents might have been damaged. I sped
through the building to the elevators and punched the button. A ding sounded
and I silently thanked the gods that there was already one waiting for me.
Although I had made a mental note on my first day that the elevators were fast,
the ride up to the twenty-sixth floor felt agonizingly slow. As soon as the
metal doors opened, I tore across the building, ignoring Susan on my way as I
arrived at Trevor’s office door.
My phone indicated I had a
whole thirty seconds left to spare. Overcome with joy, I prepared to knock in
triumph. Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind of Jordan handing me the
box. On the cover was an explicit rendering of a woman inserting an enormous
pink object into herself. Big bold letters at the top read “Dr. Frankenstein’s
Butt Stuffer”.
My hand flew to my mouth.
What. The. Fuck.
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was. One little peek wouldn’t hurt...besides it’s not like he’d ever know I looked...
A loud honk snapped me out
of my temptation. I came this far. It’d be a shame to screw up now.
Before long, we pulled up to
the front of the Bishop building, the past few minutes a complete blur. I
quickly handed the driver a few large bills, the equivalent of ten times what I
had pay and glanced at my cell phone. I had five minutes left.
Immediately after the driver
said “Goodluck”, I raced up the steps toward the building entrance, dodging the
occasional person here and there. Just as I reached the top, my heels snagged
on the last step and I tumbled to the ground, the bag flying several yards in
front of me.
“Jeez Lori, are you all
right?”
I scrambled to find my feet,
purposely ignoring whoever called out. I didn’t have time to chat.
“Let me help you with that.”
Just as I spotted the box
that had tumbled out of the paper bag, two masculine hands scooped it up.
“Give it to me!” I cried
frantically, like a mother crying for her child.
As I snatched the bag from
the ground, the hands offered the box to me. I hastily dropped it inside the
bag, feeling absolute dread that the contents might have been damaged. I sped
through the building to the elevators and punched the button. A ding sounded
and I silently thanked the gods that there was already one waiting for me.
Although I had made a mental note on my first day that the elevators were fast,
the ride up to the twenty-sixth floor felt agonizingly slow. As soon as the
metal doors opened, I tore across the building, ignoring Susan on my way as I
arrived at Trevor’s office door.
My phone indicated I had a
whole thirty seconds left to spare. Overcome with joy, I prepared to knock in
triumph. Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind of Jordan handing me the
box. On the cover was an explicit rendering of a woman inserting an enormous
pink object into herself. Big bold letters at the top read “Dr. Frankenstein’s
Butt Stuffer”.
My hand flew to my mouth.
What. The. Fuck.
Sign up for my mailing list to find
out when the next book in
The Bishop Affair
is released!
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Email me!
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