Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
The people in front of me abruptly stumbled and I almost went with them, but someone grabbed me from behind.
“Easy,” said a man as he hauled me back by my jean jacket. “Don’t want you going down like dominos.”
As he released me, I turned to find a smiling, and very handsome man with blond hair, a tan, and perfect white teeth. The blue polo shirt that he had on complemented his eyes, and the white sweater he wore draped over his shoulders gave him that perfect spoiled-rich-guy appearance. He would look perfect in a magazine ad for selling yachts back in the 80s. I smiled in return, noting that he had a nice body beneath his polo shirt and white shorts along with old-school sports sneakers. All he was missing was a tennis racket to blend in on the court.
“Thanks for saving me,” I said as we resumed our shuffle.
“My name’s Adam, what’s yours?” he asked as he guided me through the crowd.
“I’m Ivy.”
If he was a Dom, he wasn’t the kind who gave off those invisible vibes that made me shiver.
Yet he wore his Dom ring, which would go on the collar of whatever submissive he claimed for the week.
Huh, maybe he just wasn’t my kind of Dom.
My own collar was empty and I intended to keep it that way for at least the first day.
I needed to be pickier with my men than my dolls.
We chatted as the crowd of people entered the gym. There were the typical basketball nets on either side of a regulation court, with risers pulled out on one side. I quickly scanned the risers, wondering if Caleb would be here. After I’d returned to my room, utterly exhausted, I’d had a confusing blend of sex dreams about him. When I’d woken up all hot and achy, I’d finished myself off thinking about being bent over a spanking horse and Caleb giving me a good, but not too painful or damaging, spanking.
“Here,” Adam said as he climbed a few stairs of the riser before me, “take my hand so you don’t fall. While I’d love to see what you’re wearing beneath your jean skirt, I don’t want to catch a glimpse while you’re taking a tumble.”
I grasped his hand, noticing how smooth and soft it was. “Thanks again. You’re just saving me from falling all over the place, aren’t you? Makes me glad I decided to wear sneakers instead of heels.”
Adam grinned, a dimple appearing in his cheek. “Here, have a seat. If you’re already sitting you’re less likely to trip, right?”
“Ha, ha,” I snarked and sat down as the spaces around me began to fill up. “What classes do you have?”
As we compared our schedules, I let out an internal sigh. Talking with Adam was more like talking with a friend than a potential Dom. He was really cute, but probably a Switch. Or just a gentle guy. Either way, we had no chemistry. He was someone’s Mr. Perfect, just not mine.
Looking back over the crowd, I let my mind wander as Adam told me more about his financial genius. He was in banking or something. I don’t know, I kind of stopped listening. Guys bragging excessively about themselves, while not inquiring about me, was a turn off.
Daydreaming about Caleb, I zoned out and stared into the distance as Adam droned on.
CHAPTER 4
Caleb
Glancing around at the huge group of people gathered together in our mock high school gymnasium (the actual gym of Rawhide University), I tried to do a mental calculation of how much had been raised and gave a low whistle when I reached my final guess. From my estimates, Rawhide should be able to sponsor over fifty kids’ room and board for the next five years for free. And probably then some.
Spirit Week was in huge demand, even though tickets to the event were out of most people’s reach. We’re talking big money. Heck, I would have been dipping heavily into my savings to attend, but Derek had waived my fee. I wasn’t broke by any means, but six figures for a ticket was a little much. Then again, maybe it was a matter of perspective. I mean, this week had sold out in fifteen minutes according to Derek. Judging by the size of the crowd, there were a lot of people who paid that fee without blinking an eye.
And the VIP tickets were a half mill each.
They’d sold out in less than five.
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. Who knew there were so many rich kinksters out there? Rawhide certainly had tapped into a hidden and very wealthy market who didn’t mind shelling out the big bucks for a good experience. I could respect that. I mean, if I was loaded with money to burn I’d want to go to events like Spirit Week. This whole event had impressed me, and it hadn’t even begun yet. Just the energy of the crowd was enough to get my heart pumping.