Beautiful Secret - Christina ...

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//-->To Kresley:The first line, and all that follows, is for you.OneRuby“I’m not saying I bet his cock is massive, but I’m notnotsaying it, either.”“Pippa,” I groaned, covering my face in horror. It was seven thirty on a Thursdaymorning, for God’s sake. She could not possibly be drunk already.I aimed an apologetic smile at the wide-eyed man standing across from us, and wondered ifI could speed the elevator up with the power of my mind.When I glared at her across the elevator, Pippa mouthed, “What?” and then held her indexfingers up about a foot apart. She whispered, “Hung like a bloodyhorse.”I was saved from having to apologize again when we stopped on the third floor and thedoors opened.“You realize we weren’t alone in there, right?” I hissed, following her down the hall andaround a corner, stopping at a set of wide doors withRICHARDSON-CORBETTengraved into thefrosted glass.She looked up from where she was digging through her enormous purse, the bracelets onher right forearm clinking like wind chimes while she searched for keys. Her bag was huge andbright yellow and covered in glittering metal studs. Under the brash, fluorescent lights, herlong red hair looked practically neon.I was dark blond and carrying a beige crossbody; I felt like a vanilla wafer standing next toher.“We weren’t?”“No! That guy from accounting was standing right across from you. I have to go up therelater and, thanks to you, we’ll share accidental, awkward eye contact while we remember yousayingcock.”“I also said ‘Hung like a bloody horse.’ ” She looked momentarily guilty before turning herattention back to her bag. “Guys in accounting need to loosen up, anyway.” Then, motioningdramatically to the still-dark hallway in front of us, she said, “I assume we’re acceptably alonefor you?”I gave Pippa a playful curtsey. “Please. Go ahead.”She nodded, brows drawn in concentration. “I mean, logically it’sgotto be huge.”“Logically,” I repeated, biting back my grin. My heart was doing that flip-tumble thing italways did when we talked about Niall Stella. Speculating on the size of his penis might be myundoing.With a victorious thrust of her arm into the air, Pippa brandished the keys to the officesbefore fitting the longest of the set into the lock. “Ruby, have you seen his fingers? Hisfeet?Not to mention the fact that he’s about eight feet tall.”“Six foot seven,” I corrected under my breath. “But hand size doesn’t necessarily meananything.” We closed the door behind us and flipped on the main office lights. “Lots of guyshave big hands and aren’t especially gifted in the Man Parts department.”I followed Pippa down the narrow hall to a roomful of desks in a smaller, far less opulentcorner of the third floor. Though cramped, our little section of the office was at least cozy,which was lucky considering I spent more of my time there, working, than in the tiny flat Irented in South London.Richardson-Corbett Consulting may have been one of the largest and most successfulengineering firms in all of Europe, but it kept only a handful of interns on staff at a time.Soon after graduating from UC San Diego, I’d been thrilled beyond belief to snag one of thespots. The hours were long, and the money had immediately quashed my shoe habit, but thesacrifice was already starting to pay off: after completing the first ninety days of my internship,an actual metal nameplate had replaced the piece of masking tape with the nameRuby Millerscribbled across it, and I’d been moved from what was no more than a closet on the secondfloor, to one of the joint offices here on the third.I’d breezed through high school and survived undergrad with only the occasional freak-out.But moving halfway across the world and rubbing elbows with some of the finest engineeringminds in the UK? I’d never worked so hard for anything in mylife.If I managed to finish thisinternship as well as I’d started it, a spot at Oxford in the graduate program of my dreamswould be mine. Of course,finishing it wellmost likely involved not talking about executives’cocks in the elevator at work…But Pippa was just getting started.“I remember reading that it was wrist to the tip of the middle finger… ” she added, andused her fingers to measure the length of her own hand, and then held them up to furtherillustrate her point. “If that’s true, your dream man is packing.”I hummed, hanging my coat on the back of the door. “I guess.”Pippa dropped her bag to her chair and leveled me with a knowing look. “I love how youtry and look all disinterested. Like you’re not staring at his junk whenever it’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”I tried to look indignant.I tried to look horrified and come up with some sort of argument.I had nothing. In the past six months, I’d logged so many covert glances in Niall Stella’sdirection that if anyone was a qualified expert in the topography of his crotch, it would be me.I tucked my purse in the bottom drawer of my desk and pushed it closed with a resignedsigh. Apparently my covert glances hadn’t been quite as covert as I thought. “Unfortunately,I’m pretty sure his junk hasn’t ever, and won’t ever, be that close to me.”“It won’t if you never speak to him. I mean, look, as soon as I get the chance I’ll snog thatginger in PR till he cries. You should at leasttalkto the man, Ruby.”But I was already shaking my head and she snapped me with the end of her scarf.“Consider it research for your Structural Integrity class. Tell him you need to test the tensilestrength of his steel girder.” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]