Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
If I do not fuck Drew Colter…
Who says shit like that?
And better yet, who lays in a bed with a guy considering seducing him to save face with their girlfriend in the morning? Cause Miranda is going to come home and she’s going to ask, and what will my brother have to say about it if he found out?
Scratch that. Fuck my brother, he’s the reason half these guys refused to ask me on dates.
He’s the reason Drew never took me seriously.
But he’s not here now, and we have the apartment to ourselves. No one to hear us but the walls.
Drew continues keeping his distance, an invisible wall built between my body and his. He doesn’t so much as roll forward an inch, even when I move my hand to the middle of the mattress to gauge his interest.
He is stone.
Ugh.
This is torture. I want to climb on top of him, rub my boobs in his face, make him want me.
What is it going to take to get this guy to touch me?
An engraved invitation?
Yes, dipshit.
It’s called consent and he isn’t the type of guy who is just going to make a move without a flashing green light.
“I’ve…got to use the bathroom,” I blurt out, moving off the bed. Walking around it to the door, which is closer to his side of the small bedroom.
The bedroom feels even smaller now that there are two of us in it; when it was just me in here, it felt roomy—and when I make it to the bathroom and catch sight of myself in the mirror…
Whoa.
Holy hell, Miranda was right, my tits do look fantastic in this top! I had no idea how sheer it was, but oh my god!!
I turn this way and that, puffing out my chest like a peacock, admiring my boobs, not actually needing to pee but needing a second of privacy so I can regroup mentally.
What am I supposed to do now that I admitted I had a crush on him and he barely reacted to it?
“You’re Grady’s sister.”
No shit, I’d wanted to say. Big fucking deal.
But I didn’t because I’m a lady and I wasn’t raised like that.
Pfft.
Grady’s little sister, my ass
I’m wearing a thong under these short, barely there shorts, for god knows what reason, turning my back toward the mirror and staring over my shoulder so I can also admire my own ass.
Slap it for good measure, ramping myself up to go back inside that room and put the moves on Drew Colter.
This is my one and only chance.
One night.
One chance.
When am I ever going to have him alone in a bedroom again, wearing only boxers and no other clothing?
The worst thing that can happen is he says no, he’s not interested, and we both lay on our own sides of the bed and go to sleep, but I caught him watching me at the honky-tonk and there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. The only thing holding Drew back is Grady and he’s not here to police the situation, now, is he?
And sure, I’ll be humiliated if he rejects me but then again, maybe I won’t be rejected at all.
“You’re sexy. You’re single. You’re…” I search for a rhyming word. “Ready to mingle.”
Oh jeez.
“You got this.”
Take off your shorts and walk in there with your thong, my lusty little brain shouts. “Go in there and show him you’re dressed for the job you want.”
I push the silky shorts down my hips, kicking them to the floor.
Now it’s just me and my skimpy thong and this skimpier top…
I count to three.
Pull open the bathroom door and step out into the hall.
Immediately regret taking off my bottoms.
“Shit.”
Um.
Now what?
One foot in front of the other, that’s what. You are seducing the guy you’ve had a crush on since you were eleven.
I’m also pep talking myself in the hall, but that’s not exactly the point, is it. If I have to pep talk myself, should I even be doing this?
Yes, you idiot—you’re only pep talking yourself because you’ve never seduced anyone before. It takes practice!
If this skimpy situation doesn’t get his attention, I don’t know what will. It’s sending a clear message: touch my ass. Touch my tits. Touch my thighs…
Touch me.
Me.
Anywhere.
I put one foot in front of the other and walk through the door, holding my head as high as I can without faltering on my steps, almost tripping on the carpet in true Tess fashion.
Only I would trip and almost fall on my way to a seduction.
Only me…
I’m in the doorway. Not hovering but close to it, waiting for Drew to notice me.
He has a remote in his hand and he’s pointing it at the television from a sitting position at the foot of the bed and I’m pleased to see that he hasn’t abandoned the bedroom for the couch—because if Miranda isn’t spending the night in her own apartment, there’s technically no need for us to be sharing this bed.