Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I start making my way over to Tucker but then stop in my tracks because oh shit. My girlfriend is here. What the hell? Why didn’t she say anything to me? Why didn’t anybody say anything to me?
I gawk at Emily like a seventh grade boy, captivated by my girlfriend’s angelic beauty. Her long brown curls frame her features and cascade over sloping, naked shoulders. She’s wearing a gold, strapless mini dress that probably belongs to Janine because it’s so small. All the same, she looks incredible in it. Her huge tits are accentuated by the low décolletage, and the material emphasizes her narrow waist and clings to the roundness of her ass, hugging her thighs. Emily looks slightly uncomfortable and out of place as she crosses her arms across her chest, but this only makes her look more seductive. Meanwhile, those big brown eyes dart around the room, reflecting the lights from the overhead chandelier, until they come to rest on mine.
Her milky skin blushes pink when she sees me, but she doesn’t look away. Our eyes lock, and I can see her breasts rise and fall as her breath quickens. My breathing accelerates as well, and I realize that my heart is hammering in my chest. Meanwhile, Emily’s perfect, pink lips curl into a pouting smile as she raises a dainty hand in an awkward wave.
I somehow find the wherewithal to stride over to where the three of them are standing.
“Hey,” I rasp, longing to take Emily in my arms. My girlfriend’s eyes sparkle up at me, but it’s Janine who cuts in.
“Hi, Jason!” she purrs. “Fancy seeing you here!” She sounds extremely pleased with herself, and from my twin brother’s satisfied grin, I immediately understand that this was a set-up.
“This is why you dragged me here, isn’t it? There is no business contact,” I growl at him, but I’m not actually upset. In fact, I’m very happy.
“Who said anything about a business contact?” Tuck laughs. “I said this would be worth your while, and I think you’ll find that to be true.”
“Have fun, you two!” Janine cackles, and then she grabs Tuck’s arm and steers him away, disappearing into the crowd. Meanwhile, I look down at Emily as she blushes. I clear my throat awkwardly.
“Let’s go to the bar,” I suggest, and start walking to the high stools a few paces away. She follows, teetering a bit in her stilettos.
“I’m glad you’re here, Jason,” she says almost inaudibly, wobbling like a fawn. I seize her elbow.
“Steady there, sweetheart. You look like you could use some help. But yeah, it seems our siblings set us up,” I grin. “I’m glad you’re here though,” I add in a low voice, making her look back at me through her thick lashes. “This party just got ten times better.”
“I didn’t have anything to wear, and this dress is Janine’s,” she says, gesturing down at the outfit. “I feel so out of place.”
“You look incredible,” I growl, unable to disguise my lust. “Trust me.” This makes her beam. “But if it makes you feel any better, I feel out of place, too.”
“Really?” Emily asks in surprise. “How come? You always seem like you belong, no matter where you are.”
I chuckle, touched by her sincerity.
“Thanks honey. I appreciate your vote of confidence. But I’m underdressed tonight because I came straight from work,” I gesture down to my own attire. “Look at these gray pants. Everyone else is in a tux.”
“I guess you’re right,” she giggles. “We can feel out of place together, then.” I grin because Emily’s too adorable, and I’m forgetting my manners.
“Let me get you a drink,” I offer. “What would you like?”
“Um, can I get a soda?” she asks shyly. She bites her lip. “I’m not legal to drink yet. I know, embarrassing, right?”
I shake my head.
“No, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I growl. “It’s fine sweetheart. Is Coke okay?”
She nods. Then, the bartender comes over and I order two colas because I don’t want to drink if Emily can’t. I want us to be on the same page. I can tell the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed, and I see Emily smile from the corner of my eye.
“Sometimes I forget your age completely,” I confess, “but every time I remember how young you are, I just feel so…”
“What?” she asks, a little hesitant. I decide to be honest.
“Filthy,” I growl. “Like I’m a dirty old man lusting after a young girl.” This makes her giggle.
“You’re not dirty,” she says sweetly, laying a soft hand on my arm, sending shivers down my spine. “And you’re not old. You’re just older than me, that’s all.” The bartender hands us our drinks, and Emily takes a sip from her straw. I’m too distracted by the way her pouting lips close around it to even consider drinking mine.