Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"I like him."
"I certainly hope so. You came home with no panties."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't. You love me."
"You're right. I do love you. But if you remind me one more time that I came home without panties, I'm not even going to be sorry that I accidentally told Bronx you gave me the invitation."
She pales slightly. "You told him?"
"He freaking mind-ninja'ed it out of me. I didn't tell him where you got it, though." I shoot her a look. "I'm not even asking where you got it."
"Stole it from Coby," she says, shrugging like it's not a big deal. We both know that's a lie though. She's still pale, her eyes full of worry. I don't think that's because she's afraid of Coby, though. At least, not afraid in the traditional sense. The simple truth is, I'm not the only one in this room hung up on a Kaiser brother.
Elodie's been in love with Coby since we moved to town two months ago. But he's her brother's best friend. As far as Elodie is concerned, that makes him untouchable. Her brother would lose his mind if they got together. And Elodie idolizes her brother. He practically raised her.
She barely even speaks to Coby as a result.
She pastes a bright smile on her face, shaking off all thoughts of Coby. "Whatever. I'll make up something if he asks about it. I want to hear about the club. What's it like?"
"Can I tell you tomorrow? I need a shower and my bed."
"Mmhmm," she says with a smirk. "I bet it'll be a cold shower too, won't it?"
"No. Yes." I pick up a pillow, tossing it at her. "Shut up."
She catches the pillow, laughing hysterically. "Go shower. You can share all the dirty details tomorrow."
I hop up from the couch, tugging my dress down to keep myself covered, and then blow her a kiss.
"Actually, you know what? Maybe I don't want to know the dirty details. I do not need to have random dirty images of Bronx popping into my head next time he comes into the shop."
"Oh! The shop!" I spin around on my heel. I can't believe I forgot. "Your first shift is tomorrow!"
Slade Stark just hired her to work the front desk of his shop on weekends and evenings. She's really excited about it…and equally as anxious. Both her brother and Coby work at the tattoo parlor.
"Yeah," she whispers, gulping. "Four hours in a tattoo shop with Keegan and Coby."
"You've wanted this job since we moved to town. Working with them will be a dream come true for you," I promise, reaching out to grab her hand. "Don't let that little voice of doubt overwhelm you. You can do this, Elodie."
"You're right," she says, squeezing my fingers. "I can do this."
"You can. You spend most of your free time at the shop with them anyway. The only difference is you'll be getting paid to do it now."
A tiny smile crosses her face. The dimple in her right cheek peeps out at me. "I do like getting paid."
I laugh quietly and then groan. "If you need more motivation…you'll probably be the only one with a job come Monday, so you definitely have to nail it tomorrow," I say, grimacing.
"What? Why?" She gapes at me. "You love your job. Your job loves you."
"Yes, well, that was before I ran into my boss at a BDSM club."
Elodie stares at me in complete silence for a long moment and then bursts into loud peals of laughter, clutching her stomach. "Oh my god, Gemma. That's hilarious."
"It was so awkward," I groan. "He pulled Bronx aside and told Bronx that I shouldn't be there." I stare at her with wide eyes. "Bronx basically told him to 'eff off. Micah didn't even seem mad about it! It was so weird."
Elodie wipes tears from her eyes, still laughing. "I think Bronx just got Micah's stamp of approval, Gemma."
"What? No."
"Your boss is a Dom."
"Seriously? That explains so much," I mumble.
Elodie shakes her head at me. "He told your man to get you out of the club, and your man said no. Micah didn't argue. We both know Micah cares about you. So the only logical conclusion is that Micah decided you were in good hands." She laughs again. "I kinda want to come to work with you on Monday morning though. That conversation is going to be so much fun!"
"Not for me."
"True. It does suck to be you right now." She gives me a cheeky grin. "But it really does not suck to be your best friend right now. So much drama!"
I stick my tongue out at her. We both know she's only invested in my drama because she's trying to ignore her own. Like the fact that Coby probably knows she took that invitation. And the fact that she'll be working with him and her brother come tomorrow.