Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Why can I hear buzzing?” he asks.
“Carry on…” I say again. “What would you do next?”
“I’m a mean lover, Sage.”
“How mean?”
“I once almost drowned a girl while I fucked her. Would you like me to drown you?”
“If I come, why not,” I say as the vibration picks up speed.
“Fuck! Why say shit like that?” he grumbles.
I let a moan slip through the phone.
“I met someone.” His admission makes me pause. “And she’s fire.”
“Enough to burn you in hell?” I whisper back.
“Yes,” he replies, and I hang up. Then I turn off my work phone and finish my orgasm myself.
“You invited me out. I didn’t think I would see the day,” Louise says. She’s dressed in a bright fluorescent green dress and pink heels. Weird combo, but she manages to make it work.
“My treat,” I tell her, smiling as the waiter approaches.
“This place is flashy. Are you sure you can afford it?” she whispers.
“I can’t, but this can.” I show her the little black card that I’ve had all week and have been using every day.
“How did you get one of those?” she asks, her tone laced with awe as the waiter places a napkin on each of our laps. I put the card on the table, and her eyes follow it like she’s never seen one outside of work before.
I hadn’t either.
“Can I start either of you with some wine, perhaps?”
“Red, please,” Louise says.
“White,” I add.
He heads off to place our drink order, and she glances back at the card.
“When I get to be a big girl like you, I want one of those.” She points to it. “How did you get it?”
“Zuko.” I say his name since I know it now, and her eyes go wide.
“Shit. Did you steal it? Please don’t steal from them. They will kill you, no joke. Did you hear what happened to the man who was grabby with us that night?”
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
“Last week, when they came in. The guy at your table who was grabby? Well, anyway, he was stabbed in the neck in the bathroom. Someone found him after you left, and the bar was shut down.”
Holy shit. It couldn’t have been him, right?
Would he?
I mean, he did tell me if that guy touched me again, he would stab him. I just didn’t think he would actually carry the threat through.
“Do they know who did it?” I ask.
“Nope. The bar has been closed all week. I know you only work weekends, but shit, it’s been hard.”
“You need to find another job,” I tell her.
“I know.” The waiter comes back with our wine, and she smiles as she takes hers.
“Do you think it was them?” I ask quietly as the waiter retreats.
“Yes, but I would never say that to anyone else but you.”
“Why?”
“Because I like my head where it is…firmly attached to my body.” She smiles.
“They can’t be that scary.”
“You did see them, right? Were you not intimidated?”
“I was, but then I realized they’re just men. And I am a woman, one who can make men drop to their knees. Pussy is where the power is.” I wink at her.
“Oh, gosh, I really do have to get used to the way you speak.” She giggles.
“Tell yourself your pussy has power, and you shall have power,” I advise, holding back the laugh.
The food starts coming out—a seven-course meal. Each plate seems to get smaller and smaller, but holy shit does it taste better and better with each bite.
“Miss, the owner of the card would like to speak to you.” I turn to the waiter, who is holding out a phone to me.
“Oh shit,” Louise mutters.
I reach for the phone, and his voice echoes through to my ear. “Alaska.” My eyes flutter shut at the sound of his voice. “I see you have been using your tip money well.”
“You didn’t set a budget,” I say, smiling as dessert is served.
“It seems I should have cut it off when you hit the hundred K mark.”
I can’t help but giggle a little at his words.
“The dress I’m wearing right now cost me $5,000. I would show you and thank you, but you know…”
“I would be careful with whispering things you may not want the answer to.”
“Oh, I do want answers. And I’m about to go Victoria’s Secret and buy the most expensive bra and panties I can get.”
“I was about to cut off the card until you said that. I expect photos,” he says before the call is cut. I hand the phone back to the waiter, who rushes off quickly.
Louise gapes at me. “Are you flirting with Zuko?”
I pick up my glass of wine. “Tell me everything you can about him,” I demand, leaning into her.
She picks at her chocolate dessert and shakes her head. “Are you sure you want to go down that lane?”
“I think I’m about to. Plus, I bet he can fuck like a machine.” She chokes on her dessert and picks up her wine, drinking it before she shakes her head at me.