Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 73824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“So does your girlfriend, Meg, like her?” Lennox asked, taking my hand once again and finishing the job.
I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Meg?”
She looked up at me with her brows high.
“Don’t you have a Meg?” She asked casually.
I shook my head. “No.”
“You were talking to her the last time we were together,” she said suspiciously. “You asked her if she wanted you to bring dinner.”
I didn’t let on that I knew who she was talking about. It really cracked me up that she was trying to be so aloof about Meg, and still get information at the same time.
I smiled.
“Meg is my babysitter when I’m working. She has a seven year old of her own, and she’s married to a Marine,” I said with a laugh at the look on her face.
“Oh,” she laughed a little under her breath before taking out the final stitch.
After inspecting the skin, she curled my palm into a fist with both of her hands and said, “Try to open your hand.”
I did, easily.
“Well, you could at least make it look like I have some strength,” she grumbled.
After throwing all her trash into the trashcan, she smiled at me.
“What are you doing now?” She asked.
I looked at my watch. “In about an hour, I’m supposed to be having dinner with a few of the guys off the SWAT team and their wives…do you want to go?”
She shook her head. “No, that’s okay. I don’t want to impose.”
Then the moaning started, followed shortly by barking.
I looked towards the backdoor to see the dog barking at the back window of the house beside Lennox’s. It looked like the two houses shared a yard.
“What the fuck is that?” I asked sharply.
Lennox smiled. “That would be my next door neighbor and best friend. He’s a little…loud when he’s…ummm….you know.”
I raised a brow at her. “When he’s fucking?”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Yes!” She hissed in affront at my language. “But you don’t have to be so vulgar about it!”
I grinned. “We’re all adults here. Fucking is fucking. No other way around it.”
She shook her head and went to the backdoor and opened it before calling the dog.
“Cola, come!”
Cola didn’t stop barking. Plus she didn’t move, either.
“Your dog looks like she listens real well,” I observed dryly.
“Yeah, she’s pretty stubborn. Cola! Come!” She yelled louder.
With the door open, I could hear the yells and shouts even clearer, and wasn’t really sure how Lennox could stand to hear that. Add in the dog’s barking, and it was really quite loud!
“Jesus, they’re really getting after it, aren’t they?” I asked her.
“You have no idea. This is pretty mild for Paxton,” she said just before she walked outside and captured the collar around the dog’s neck.
Cola continued to bark even after she got the dog inside.
“Does she ever stop?” I asked, wincing a little as the large mutt’s bark reverberated off Lennox’s walls.
She shook her head. “Only if I put her into her cage in my room. That’s her quiet place.”
I grabbed a hold of the dog’s collar and started pulling her in the direction of what I assumed were the bedrooms.
It turned out to be the third on the left.
It was painted in shades of pink. The bedding was a soft pink, and the walls a bright neon pink. More like the color of a highlighter, if I was being honest.
Her floor was the only thing not pink, and that was a dark grey that looked to be softer than my bed.
I sank at least half an inch into the carpet, thinking that it’d be perfect to fuck Lennox on.
Her bed, however, was even nicer.
It was a king size in a huge rustic wood frame with four posters.
At the footboard there was a stand for her TV, so close that she could see it perfectly if she were to be in bed.
The dog’s cage was even pink, if you could believe it.
“Do you have a thing for pink?” I tossed over my shoulder as I moved the still barking dog to her cage, and shut her in.
“Yeah, pink’s my favorite color,” she said with a laugh in her voice. “That’s also my favorite song!”
I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t dare because I feared she was being serious.
“Well, now that we have that taken care of, why don’t you slip into a pair of pants and some shoes so we can go?” I offered.
She shook her head in amusement. “First of all, I’m wearing shorts. Second of all, I don’t have any jeans that are clean for me to wear. Where are we going, anyway?”
I liked that she didn’t tell me no, instead just asked where we were supposed to be going.
I smiled a cryptic smile and said, “You’ll see.”
Chapter 5
Sex jokes aren’t funny. I mean cum on, people.
-Coffee cup
Lennox
“You do realize that this is a strip club…right?” I asked the man at my side.
“Yep,” he agreed quickly.
“A female strip club…” I continued. “One where males go without their females.”
He nodded again. “Yes, and no. This isn’t a strip club anymore. The KPD bought it so we could hold SWAT training, and other department trainings that are required by law. It says it’s a strip club on the outside, but it isn’t. At least not anymore.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that I didn’t completely underestimate the guy.
“So is it renovated inside?” I asked as he got to the door.
He shook his head. “Yes, well sort of. The front part is still pretty much the same as it had been, but the back part is completely renovated. That’s where we’ll be having dinner. The stripper poles are still up, though. The guys found those pretty fun, so we left them.”
I snorted.
Guys would.
He led me into the back of the building, using a huge set of keys that he’d revealed from his pocket to get us in.
“Oh, wow,” I said, looking around the large arena. “Do y’all use all of this stuff?”
The ‘back’, as he’d called it, was more like a warehouse.
Everything in it was painted black, and there were huge obstacles, ropes hanging from the roof, and even padded walls.