Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Openly.” He shook his head. “What was it the last time? A tennis player?”
He was thinking about the man that’d come to town for a professional tennis tournament that she’d slept with. On the damn tennis court. Then was caught by paparazzi that were there to cover the show.
“That gets her fame and fortune.” I chuckled. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one that told them where and when.”
Together we walked out of his room and downstairs, only to stop when we saw Ursula on the counter drinking out of the faucet that I knew wasn’t left on.
“So she likes fresh water, too,” I admitted.
He chuckled as he continued his path to the kitchen.
There, he ran his fingers down Ursula’s back, then turned to me. “You ready?”
Was I?
I nodded, even though I was a bit scared about what was to come.
Sareen was going to be there, and I had to play the part.
The part being…
“How thick are we laying it on?” I wondered aloud as I slipped into my shoes.
He watched me do this as he said, “As thick as it takes to make her understand I’m off limits. And you’re mine.”
I had no idea what that meant, but I was going to do whatever I had to do to make sure that Sareen was convinced.
Because, if I was being honest with myself, I was already half convinced that Easton was mine.
I just had to figure out how to let him know it.
“Okay.” I nodded once firmly. “Let’s do this.”
He stopped me at the edge of the door with his hand on my arm.
“Thanks for helping,” he grumbled under his breath. “You really do look beautiful, Banger. This dress…”
My heart swelled to a thousand times its regular size. “Thank you. And I’m glad that you and I match. It’s more convincing.”
He tilted his head, and that flush was back on his cheeks.
“To be truthful, I also somewhat waited so I could know what your dress looked like. I wanted to match you,” he explained. “You in that dress...”
“Let’s go,” I urged.
He caught my hand in his and helped me walk across the gravel driveway.
Right to his… bike.
The idiot.
CHAPTER 11
Drunk me and sober me aren’t friends.
-Banger to Easton
BANGER
Drunk me and sober me were two different people.
Sober me was cautious and watchful when it came to men.
Drunk me wasn’t. Drunk me was a hussy and thought Easton would be the perfect candidate to get back into the saddle with. Someone so inexperienced at sex couldn’t be over the top. Could they?
That was why I was propositioning the man before I’d had time to think.
Earlier, my thoughts had been long-term. Had been all about what it would take to make Easton see that I was worth taking a chance on. Worth pushing past his comfort zone with.
Drunk me, however, only had one thing on her mind. And that was sleeping with the sex on the stick man that really did it for me.
That had to be why I was acting so… clingy. So brazen. So… everything that I wasn’t.
“And how did you two meet?” the chief of police from somewhere I hadn’t caught the name of, Tatum Briggs, asked.
The funny thing about me when I was drunk? I still acted completely sober. It was just that I had a completely different personality.
That’d been how I’d been able to get past my aversion to men after everything had gone down with me a few years ago.
I’d just drank. And I healed.
“We met at the bar I used to work at.” I took a sip of my beer.
My fourth.
I was drunk by the third because I wasn’t a drinker. I may have worked at a bar my entire adult life, and even some of my child life, but when I was there, I drank tea.
“A bar?” Tatum hummed. “Which one?”
I tilted my head as I said, “Tiddie’s.”
Tatum Briggs blinked. “Is it a strip club?”
Easton started to chuckle as he moved his hand from my waist to curl just a little bit further in. Still my waist, but now his big fingers were splayed over my abdomen.
“No, it’s just the name of the bar,” Easton answered for me. “How’s everything going on your end? Are you liking…”
“You have got to be shitting me.”
A soft, melodic voice had me turning my head to see the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
And I knew instantly with the way she was looking at Easton and Easton’s hand splayed on my belly that she was Sareen.
Easton kept talking as if Sareen hadn’t spoken.
“…the new area you’re in? I heard that you had some interesting news…” Easton was once again spoken over.
“You treat me like this, when you know we have a lot of fellow colleagues here?” Sareen hissed.
Easton finally stopped talking and turned, his eyes hard as he said, “Ms. French.”