Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“What could you possibly want to talk about? I’m curious.”
“What you want?”
“Are you, like, granting wishes now? Is that it?”
“I’m not granting anything. Online dating is overrated.”
“Already gotten the memo and deleted my profile. It’s not going to happen again.”
“So you’re just going to give up. You’re not going to explore other options?” he asked.
“I have no other options. It’s fine.” She didn’t look at him.
“How horny are you right now?”
“None of your business.”
“I bet you’re wet. There was a lot of hardcore stuff. Spanking, rock hard fucking. I was shocked by the kind of stuff you watched. I mean, you’re sweet and lovely, but I guess what they say is true. It’s the quiet ones you’ve got to watch out for.”
“Get out.”
Max held up his hands. “I’m not judging you.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I want to offer you my services.”
“Are you, like, an escort or something? Is that what you do in your free time?”
He laughed. “No, I don’t prostitute myself at all.”
She pressed her hand to her face and groaned. “Are you talking in riddles here? I don’t want someone to have sex with. I want a partner. Someone who means something to me. Not somebody paid to do the pleasure.” She couldn’t even believe she was having this conversation with him.
What she hated even more right now was how tempted she was to be with him. Max wasn’t the guy for her. They had nothing in common, and yet, she couldn’t help but wonder if using him like this, wouldn’t be worth it?
The two of them together, they were toxic, but she had no intention of having a long-lasting relationship with him. Far from it.
She wanted something special with a guy she could trust, but that wasn’t going to happen through a dating website or with any kind of matchmaking thing. She had to find a guy for herself.
Max took a step toward her.
In high school, she had hated him. She still hated him, but what he offered tempted her.
“You know I’m not used to offering this for anyone. I take girls, fuck them, and forget them.”
“Then leave.”
“Tell me you’re not tempted.”
Again, she wished she could argue with him. That she didn’t feel this overwhelming need to tell the truth.
Max smiled. “You see, you are tempted.”
“So what? We have sex and then go about our business as if nothing ever happened? Is that what you’re offering?” she asked.
Max stepped right up close to her. His body was so close to hers, she could smell his cologne. “I’m offering you the chance to work out every single dirty thought you’ve had with me. Nothing is off limits. You give yourself to me, and I’ll give you what your little pussy has been demanding.”
“What happened to the nice guy? The one that felt guilty.”
“He’ll never disappear, Aria. He’s right here. I can make it up to you.”
“I don’t want or need pity. Not from you. Not from anyone.”
“I’m not giving you pity. Not even a little bit. I’m giving you an option you’ve always denied yourself.” His hand cupped her hip, and she bit her lip, trying to contain the moan that one touch created inside her.
It felt so good to have his hands on her body, in more ways than she wanted to analyze.
Chapter Four
One week later
“No one can never know,” Aria said. “We don’t talk about this to our friends.”
“I’m not the kind of guy to kiss and tell.”
“Please, I’ve heard Dale and Trey talk about it. No one can ever know.”
Their deal had happened one week ago, which was why Max now sat in a rented hotel room, in the city. He checked the time. Aria had given some lame-ass excuse as to why she couldn’t work this weekend, and he had also given a reason. His friends would only need two seconds to put two and two together to come up with the idea they were alone and together.
Rubbing his hands together, he tried not to think of what he was about to do. All week long he’d been trying to think of how to plan tonight. He wanted Aria. His feelings for her had shocked and surprised him. She wasn’t the kind of woman he usually went for. He never chased a woman and was used to women coming on to him, and all he had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
Aria was a girl he’d bullied in high school. He couldn’t even remember that one time he called her a name. He refused to even say it inside his own head because he was so fucking embarrassed by it. That time in his life was a blur and not one he actually took the time to think about. It was one thing! He’d been one of the popular guys in school, so he’d been able to do whatever the hell he wanted. In calling her a name once, others had decided to pick up the baton and continue to hurt her, but he’d not been there! If he had, he’d have stopped it.