Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
We eventually find a buffet, and Diesel fills two plates full of eggs, sausages, mini pancakes, and a tower of bacon. He’s stacked like an NFL football player and eats like one too. As he’s shoveling food into his mouth, chewing like a goddamn animal, his eyes go wide. He chews faster, nearly swallowing a sausage patty whole.
“Babes,” he chokes out, looking past me with dreamy eyes.
“Babies?” I laugh, confused, but then see the group of women walk past our table.
One of them stops and takes a few steps back, staring at Diesel, who’s grinning like a doofus. “Can I help you, ma’am?”
“Are you the guy from last night at the club?” She’s intrigued. “Diesel, right? Oh wait, that’s probably just your stage name, isn’t it?”
He chuckles, and I find myself laughing too because most people only know him by that name. “It’s whatever you want it to be, sweetheart.”
She turns and looks at me for confirmation, and I nod. “Everyone calls him that back home.”
“So, you’re real cowboys, huh? It wasn’t an act?” She glances back and forth between us, looking at our getup. Boots and ten-gallon hats are what we’re most comfortable in.
“I’m a ranch hand in Texas,” he admits. “But I’ll be a cowboy if you want me to be,” he adds with a wink.
I snort and shake my head.
“Hmm…I like you, Diesel,” she says, pointing her finger at him.
“And what’s your name?”
She lifts an eyebrow at him. “Summer.”
“Wow, what a coincidence. That’s my favorite season,” he says in a heavy accent. All I can do is shake my head.
The conversation continues as Diesel lays it on thick, and from behind, I hear a sweet voice calling out. “Summer!”
Turning, I see the beautiful blonde from last night dressed in blue jean shorts and a shirt that shows her midriff. My mouth falls agape, and Summer notices.
“Zoey, come meet my new friends,” she says with a grin.
I stand, fumbling over my words. “It’s you,” I say. “From last night.”
Zoey smiles and tilts her head at me, then glances at Diesel. “Ahh, yes. You’re Riley, right? The best friend who wanted to see his dick?” She snorts, and Diesel lets out a roar of laughter. I’m gonna kill him.
“I’ve seen his dick enough to last me a lifetime. He’s my best friend, and roommate, and not a tad modest,” I admit. “It’s his prized jewel.”
Diesel shrugs, and Zoey snickers. Before we can continue our conversation, the other girls call Summer and Zoey over to where they’re sitting across the room.
“I guess we’ll see you two later then,” Summer says before turning to meet her friends. Zoey follows her, and they go to the buffet together. I can’t stop staring at her.
“You in love or somethin’?” Diesel finally asks, looking at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“Shut the hell up.” I scowl.
He stands and grabs the plate that actually has food left on it.
“Where ya goin’?” I ask, and all he does is look over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. I watch as he sits down at the table with the girls, loving all the attention he instantly receives. He waves me over, leaving an empty seat next to Zoey, making this way too easy.
Grabbing my plate, I sit down next to her, and I’m as nervous as a little boy around his first crush. For fuck’s sake, I’ve never had someone—a stranger—affect me in such a way.
One of the girls speaks up and grabs Diesel’s attention. “I’m Chelsea, by the way. You might not remember me, but you brought me on stage with you last night.” She gives him a seductive smile, and I can tell she wants him, but I’m pretty sure half the girls at the table would fuck him at this point.
“I’d never forget a pretty girl like you. Of course I remember,” he convincingly replies, but I know he was shit-faced and probably doesn’t.
“So why do they call you Diesel?” she asks. “And I want the truth.”
As if she set him up for a joke, he gives his canned response. “Because I’m big and loud like a diesel truck.”
Zoey giggles, and it’s the cutest fucking sound in the world.
“Is he always like this?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine, and I feel as if I’m falling into the abyss.
“For as long as I’ve known him,” I stammer.
“Are you always like this?” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and blushes.
“Like what?” I look at her, confused.
“Adorably Southern,” she states.
“Absolutely,” I say without a doubt. A smile creeps across my lips, and I try to focus on my food, but I feel as if I’ve died and gone straight to heaven.
Maybe this cowboy hat is my good luck charm after all.
CHAPTER FOUR
ZOEY
I can’t believe the two guys from the strip club last night are eating breakfast with us. Admittedly, I only saw Riley from a distance, but I couldn’t stop watching him. And here he is. Better looking than I could’ve ever imagined.