Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Last time, damn it. Last time.
“Excellent. Sir?”
“I love a good lusty red wine, but I think I’ll have water as well, plus Angel’s Envy, neat.”
“Very good. Enjoy.”
The ribs smell like a cookout on a hot summer day at home. But they’re finger food, and Alex is wearing white… This beautiful ivory cloth napkin across my lap is going to be ruined.
But this is what I asked for…so I dig in, taking a small rib and dipping it in the sauce.
Wow! The pork slides right off the bone and into my mouth with a zesty zing of perfection.
Alex smiles. “The look on your face says it all.”
I chew and swallow, nodding. “Fabulous. You’ve got to try it.” I take another bite.
“Mmm…” he says as he chews and swallows. “Fabulous is right.”
I stop worrying about barbecue on my face as I eat. The greens and mac and cheese are amazing as well, and we make some light conversation as we enjoy the meal.
I clean my plate, and I don’t care that I do. I have the appetite of a sailor and that’s who I am.
“Did you save any room for dessert?” Alex asks. “I requested sweet potato pie for you.”
“Always.” I take a sip of water, draining my glass, and working up my courage. “But there’s something I’ve wanted to do since we sat down.”
“What’s that?”
I wipe my lips with my sauce-covered napkin, and then I scoot my chair around the small table so I’m sitting next to Alex instead of across from him. He’s so handsome, so sweet, and he arranged the most stunning meal for me.
Brett hasn’t even entered my thoughts this evening, and we have more to look forward to. I’ll be seeing the movie of one of his books, and then…who knows?
How the evening ends doesn’t really matter, but I’m determined to do what I crave in this moment.
I reach toward him, slide his glasses off his nose, but I don’t toss them. I set them on the table. Then I lean in and brush my slightly parted lips across his.
And I’m lost.
Lost as he parts his own lips, sweeps his tongue into my mouth. He tastes of barbecue, of course, and a touch of caramel and smoke, probably from his bourbon.
I think only of Alex and this amazing kiss…
And I lose another piece of my heart.
EPISODE 35
FRATERNIZING
Sienna
After the amazing orgasm Brett gave me earlier, I was excited about our date. Now I’m freaking out about what happened to Rachel. I didn’t know her or Ginger very well, but I can’t help thinking about witnessing them holding hands and going into a suite together last night. If anything is going on between them, I hope they get the chance to explore it.
I pace across my suite, looking at the dresses I’ve laid out for the evening.
A gold sheath. Evangeline thinks I look amazing in gold. I think I look like a walking bullion bar.
A red mini dress with a plunging neckline. If I had June’s perfect tits, maybe.
A black skirt and a while silk camisole. Nothing like masquerading as the tile in a 1950s kitchen.
I sigh. I need help. And two doors down is Emily, a fashion queen—who happens to be free because her name wasn’t drawn for a date tonight.
I envy her having the night to do as she pleases. This thing with Rachel has me slightly traumatized. At least she’s going to be okay. Then Misty had to ask about the dates. Everyone else was in, so who was I to bow out?
Brett is a California god…and damn, he can please a woman.
So…the date. I’ll make the most of it. Maybe get another of his stellar orgasms.
But first…I need fashion advice.
I walk to Emily’s suite and knock.
No response.
“Em,” I say through the door, “you in there? I need a fashion consult.”
“Coming.” Then the door opens, and her hair is around her shoulders in messy waves, and she’s wearing a short light-blue satin robe.
“You okay?”
“Of course.” She closes the door without inviting me in. “What do you need?”
“Come look at my outfits for tonight, will you?”
“Sure, love.” She wipes a strand of hair out of her eyes as we walk to my suite and enter.
She eyes the three outfits lying on my bed, wrinkling her forehead. “Truth be told, See, I don’t like any of them. Do you have anything slightly more…”
“Sexy?” I offer.
“Sexy isn’t the problem. You look sexy in anything. But these are all kind of blah, in my estimation.”
Not surprising. I can write killer motions for summary judgment, but I have zero fashion sense. “What can I say? Evangeline and my stylist chose them.”
She walks to my closet and opens it. “We’ll find something better.” She grabs a few items and holds them up to me. “No.” Toss. “No.” Toss again. Then her blue eyes light up. “Yes!”