Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
But he was right.
I had dragged my ass all the way out to Golden Glades when I had casual fuck-buddies on my phone right in town who could have provided a quick, no-strings fuck.
I’d gone to him because I couldn’t freaking think straight with how much I wanted him.
That was dangerous.
It was threatening my very equilibrium.
“Need I remind you that you came and hunted me down at work today,” I said. When you didn’t have a good argument, you could always just deflect. People tended to scramble when they were the ones with accusations thrown at them, forgetting all about the ones they’d tossed at you.
“The difference here being, baby, that I don’t have a problem admitting I’m intrigued.”
“By what? My ‘perfect pussy’?” I asked, air quoting his words from earlier.
He didn’t rise to the bait.
A slow, wicked little smirk toyed at his lips, though, and I swear my knees felt a little unstable seeing it.
“That, yeah. Pretty sure I’m never going to get enough of that,” he admitted. “But I didn’t mean your pussy. I meant you.”
Ugh.
There was more of that gooey feeling inside.
“I’m not interested in that,” I told him, but my voice sounded hollow even to my own ears.
“Why not? Too chickenshit to admit you might be into me?”
“I don’t even know you,” I reminded him. Because that was true. I didn’t. He was a guy whose dick I liked to ride. That was it. I’d only just recently learned his name for God’s sake.
“But you want to,” he said, too damn astute for his own good. Amazingly good-looking guys were supposed to be dumb. It was, like, a rule of the universe, damnit. He was defying the laws of nature. “And that scares the shit out of you, doesn’t it?”
“I’m not scared of anything,” I said. Because, for the most part, that was true. I lived on the edge. Very little freaked me out enough to make me think twice about doing it.
Except, of course, those pesky things we liked to call ‘emotions.’ Those I avoided like the plague.
“No?” he asked, and I didn’t trust the look in his eye then. “Then meet me at Turner Loop tomorrow at seven.”
“Seven what?” I asked, curious despite my better judgment.
“In the morning.”
Turner Loop was an area in the Everglades.
“For what?” I asked.
“Show up and find out,” he said, then leaned in closer to add, “Or be a chickenshit. Your choice, baby,” he said, then turned and walked out.
Of the kitchen.
Then the office as a whole.
When I finally walked out of the kitchen, Josie was standing there behind her desk, eyes bright, smile knowing.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, accepting the bag of popcorn she held out to me, and taking it back to the couch, where I dropped down and started eating it by the handful.
“He’s incredibly good-looking.”
“For an outlaw biker,” I admitted.
“Right. Because you are so concerned about people being on the right side of the law,” she said, rolling her pretty eyes. “It seems like you have been holding out on me,” she said, coming over to bring me a soda, then stubbornly standing in front of me. Waiting for an explanation.
“I fucked him a few times,” I admitted. Because, well, she was my best friend. My only friend. This was what we did. We talked about my sex life.
“Umm… no,” she said, shaking her head.
“Umm… yes. I have his handprints on my ass, if you’d like to check,” I said, watching as her cheeks went the tiniest bit pink. Josie was no prude. Not with those books she read. Some of the shit in there could make me blush. She just blushed over everything. It was sweet. “Really, I’m not shy,” I added, playing into her blush and starting to roll a bit to my side.
“I can take your word on that, thanks. I’m not doubting you two—“
“Fucked,” I supplied for her.
“Yeah. It definitely seems like you have. But the thing is… you kept it from me. And you don’t ever keep that from me.”
“I told you! The high speed chase on the bike, remember?”
“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me you two hooked up again after that. And that kind of tells me there’s more to it than just sex.”
“Literally. It has just been sex. He only knows my name because you told him.”
“I think, if it was just sex, you would have told me about it. So I think you’re worried you might actually like this guy.”
“I don’t like that I was feeling like I couldn’t focus because all I could think about was banging him,” I said.
“Why would it be such a bad thing to be interested?”
“I don’t do relationships. I’m focusing on work. So I can retire and acquire half a dozen sugar babies to bring me margaritas and massage my feet.”
“But you’re going to show up at Turner Loop tomorrow,” Josie said. Not asked. Said. She was sure of it.