Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
That makes me pull back with surprise.
“You’re bisexual?” I ask in a low tone. “I had no idea, honey, but it’s fine if you are. If anything, I find it very sexy.”
Annie merely shakes her head again, still blushing furiously.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that the boy I dated decided that he was a woman at heart, and so he’s now a she. She’s currently in the middle of transitioning, and I support her, actually. She’s a wonderful person, but as you can imagine, when she was still Alex and not Alexa, our sex life left something to be desired. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I know now,” she confesses, sneaking a look at me from under her long lashes.
“What is it?” I growl in a low voice. “What made the difference?”
She blinks innocently before blushing again.
“Well, Alex was really small and relatively limp all the time,” Annie confesses. “I couldn’t get him hard no matter what, whereas you’re different, Mr. Salomon.”
“You mean I’m always a bar of iron when I’m around you,” I rasp.
“Yes,” she murmurs, glancing at me from beneath those long lashes again. “I hardly had to do anything, and then you’d stay stiff for so long too, and it felt incredible. Like I was with a real man, and not a fake.”
I let out a pleased growl then.
“I assure you I’m all male,” is my hoarse rasp. “One hundred percent. But let me ask you this, sweetheart: are you okay with what we did? I know it must have come as a shock, and I know my stepdaughter put you up to it.”
At that moment, we both look over at Halsey, and of course, she and Travis are kissing as she fries up the sausage. How she’s wielding those hot tongs with her boyfriend’s tongue down her throat, I have no idea, but clearly my stepdaughter has her ways.
“Oh, it’s not Halsey’s fault,” Annie smiles shyly. “I wanted it, Mr. Salomon. You know that.”
I nod, inordinately pleased.
“And would you want to continue?” I ask, raising one black brow. “For the rest of the weekend, maybe?”
She nods, flushing again.
“I’d love that.”
At that moment, Halsey interrupts with a giggle. Her cheeks are rosy and her lips bee-stung, but my stepdaughter doesn’t care.
“I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds, but breakfast is ready,” she sings, serving up four plates of waffles along with some perfectly browned sausage. “Eat up, everyone! We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
Travis grins as he sits in front of one of the plates, eyeing the food hungrily.
“This looks amazing, sweetheart. Thank you for getting all this together. But yeah, we definitely have stuff to do.”
I shoot them a look.
“Does it include leaving this apartment?”
Halsey laughs, tossing her blonde hair back with a twinkle in her eye.
“Of course, Curtis! What kind of slutty girl do you think I am? But tell them what we were thinking of doing, Travis.”
The other man nods while helping himself to some orange juice.
“Well, believe it or not, I actually have some business in New York this weekend. It wasn’t all going to be fun and games.”
“Oh you!” Halsey twitters, waving her hand at him. “Being with me is the best part.”
“It is,” Travis acknowledges. “But actually, I’m here to look at some real estate too. The Kingston Manor out on Long Island is going up for auction, and I wanted to take a look. It’s a great place that was recently re-done in the baroque revival style, and it could be a once in a lifetime deal.”
I frown.
“You’re right,” I say. “I worked a case that had to do with the Russian mafia there just recently. I didn’t realize the house was up for sale though.”
Travis shrugs.
“Evidently, the U.S. Marshals are auctioning it. They seized it after busting the mafia, and it went through all the legal processes. I don’t know the details, but I heard those Russian dudes were trafficking in women, and they did up a couple rooms in a very interesting manner.”
Everyone turns to look at me then.
“Is this true, Curtis?” Halsey asks.
Meanwhile, Annie’s gone pale.
“I hope those girls are alright,” she whispers. “Goodness!”
I nod.
“It’s not anything that you or I can do anything about, but yeah, the bust was crazy. NYPD raided the place in the middle of a sex party, and there were nude girls everywhere. One girl was even fucking herself in the vag with a flute,” I remark with a wry lift of my eyebrow. “I won’t say who because I happen to know the young woman, but let’s just say everyone is aware of what happened because there’s a video of the act. You know cops these days. They record everything because they’re afraid of being sued.”
My companions are struck speechless as they stare at me.