Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
My clients keep texting me, asking if I can fit them in for a booking, even though my website clearly states I’m on vacation. That’s the thing with rich people. They believe their wants and needs are above everyone else's. If they need to get into shape, they expect me to be available.
Well, fuck them. Fuck them all. This week is mine.
“Allie.” Theron’s voice cuts through the quiet, and I raise my head, squinting through my aviators, looking for the girl in question.
She squints into the sunshine, propping herself up against the frame of the huge sliding doors, sipping on a soda in a large engraved glass. I’ve gotten used to the crazy colors she wears and the bright pink kimono thing currently concealing her body suits her to a T. I’m not big on understanding women’s fashion, but the robe slash dress is short and nips in at the waist, showing off her gorgeous legs and hinting at the curves beneath.
I didn’t realize that sex could make a woman sexier, but in Allie’s case, it really has. Or maybe it’s just the ridiculous amount of sleep she’s had today. I don’t think Kirsty anticipated how much interview time would be taken up with hangover recovery. Tom appears behind her, sipping his own drink, and dips his head to kiss her neck. His lips must be cold because she turns with shock and laughs brightly. He’s generally a happy guy, but after fucking Allie, he looks like he might float away on his euphoria.
And I’m next.
It sounds kind of fucked up in my head. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Knowing I’m going to be intimate with a woman I haven’t kissed, anticipating sex with someone who’s already fucking other people. And I don’t know if it’s because of the anticipation, or the sex discussions we’ve been having, or if it’s just because I’m horny and my body’s all warm and relaxed, but I really want to fuck this girl. I mean, really. We danced like we were fucking last night at the club, and it took all of my self-control to send her to bed alone.
She chose my vibrator to use on herself.
That fact alone has provided images for my spank bank.
And my ego. I’m not used to being chosen, to being anyone's priority. I’m used to waiting in line and hoping I’ll get my fair share.
How weird is it that she’s had my dick inside her already, just a version not attached to me?
I consider getting my lazy ass up off this sunbed and going caveman like Tom and Jimmy. They carried her up those stairs with one thing on their minds. But she had three men yesterday. Three men who are big in all areas. Could she take another so soon?
And there are four of us left so maybe she’s hoping we’ll make it a fivesome. Virgin to group sex in a couple of days is serious progress. Our pretty innocent girl is down with letting her kinky side out of the box, that’s for sure.
I’m down with kinky. I’m down with anything as long as it involves getting between Allie’s warm thighs and making her scream my name.
But what will she be down with? And how the hell do I find out?
Make her laugh, my internal voice whispers. It’s my go-to approach for every situation I don’t feel that certain of. I know Allie likes it when I joke around because her laugh is the prettiest, and her smile can illuminate a whole room. It’s one of the things that has all of us mesmerized and the crazy thing is, I don’t think she has any idea of the power she has.
I’m up before Theron has a chance to muscle in. Even if Allie isn’t up for our date - and I use the word date loosely - at least we can spend some time together.
I saunter over to Allie, suppressing a smile as she watches me with wide blown pupils. “Have you recovered from last night? Are you ready for some more fun?”
She tips her head to the side, letting her eyes wander over all my semi-nakedness in a way I never would have imagined her doing when we first met. She’s developed so much confidence in such a short space of time. “I think I’ll be ready for some more fun later,” she says, touching her hand to her temple and wincing. “Maybe now I can interview you. We can share the hot tub and talk.”
“Sounds good to me.” I let my eyes wander over her body unabashedly. “Do you have your suit on under there?” She gives just one shoulder a shrug and steps out of the house, her perfumed scent wafting past as she turns her head to keep me in her line of sight.