Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
And then he's gone out the door, leaving Meghan and me to stare at each other. She points to her nipples and mouths, “Did he have…”
“Oh yeah.”
18
MILA
“Mila, are you awake?” She sits on the couch and pokes the bottom of my foot.
I curl up into a ball and glare at her from under my blanket. “That tickles!”
“Look, I’m really sorry about this but you need to speed up your apartment hunt. I’m not trying to be judgmental, but even if you lived here, we wouldn’t be thrilled about those bikers being around all the time. Carrie was pissed when we came home last night and that guy—”
“Scrapper.”
She rolls her eyes. “Scrapper was pulling his clothes back on in our living room.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a flash of color between the cushions. It’s a condom wrapper. I make a big show of sitting up and stretching, grabbing the wrapper while I do it so she doesn’t see. I’m such a bad friend. “Yeah, I get it. I'm sorry.”
“It’s not about being sorry. We all get that it’s hard to find a good place right at the start of the semester, but you aren’t trying. When was the last time you even looked?”
She’s right, which makes me feel even worse, and I can’t even tell her everything that’s happened because it could be dangerous. Her roommates were skeptical about letting me crash here to begin with, and now I'm just making things uncomfortable and weird. “I'll find somewhere by the end of the week. I swear.”
“I hope the sex is worth it,” she mumbles.
I nibble my lip and look the other way.
“Well? Is it?”
“Oh my God. You have no idea,” I gush. “It’s like… You know how when you always buy the diet version of something and you get used to it and it’s fine, but then one day you taste the regular real one again and it’s just sooooooo much better? It’s like that, but for orgasms.”
She blinks at me, mouth slightly open. “Fuck you.”
“Excuse me? You asked!”
She drops her face into her hands and pretends to sob. “But you didn’t have to tell me! Now I’m going to have to go through life knowing that there’s this holy grail of sex waiting for me and I’m never going to experience it. Is it because there’s more than one? Maybe I could make that happen.”
“Eh.” I wobble my hand in a ‘so-so’ kind of motion. “I think that part’s nice, but it wouldn’t be the same without the badass biker thing. Seriously, last night with Scrapper? It was just him and it was…” I don’t even know how to describe it.
“Full fat cheesecake?”
I boop myself on the tip of my nose. “Exactly.”
“Well, then why don’t you move in with them? You can’t tell me that they have an entire city block, and now our whole old building and there isn’t room for you?”
“They seem great now, but I haven’t known them for long though, you know? What if things change when I see them all the time? What if I never get anything done ever again and my legs go numb from all the sex?”
She shoves me over and gets up. “I love you but you need to get out of here before I kill you.”
“I know. Maybe I will ask if they have any ideas about—” My phone rings. I don’t recognize the number which instantly makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Who is it?” Meghan asks curiously.
I shrug. “Hello?”
“Good morning. Is this Miss Mila Cole?” A deep, earnest voice is on the other end. My initial impression is an older man, maybe my father’s age.
“That’s me. Can I ask what this is regarding?”
“Oh, I'm sorry. My secretary usually handles these sorts of calls. I’m Judge Royce Kincaid. I work at the city hall.”
“Judge?” As soon as I hear city hall, those neck hairs aren’t just standing up, they’re vibrating in alarm. I put it on speakerphone so if anything happens, someone else has heard it. “What's this about?”
“I’ll be brief. I heard you were here the other day to interview Hank Mullerby for some sort of college project?”
Shit. I can’t deny it. My name is right there on the sign in sheet, along with who I was there to see. “That's right, yes.”
“I wanted to let you know that Mr. Mullerby is taking a leave of absence due to stress. I heard from several people that your interview didn’t go very well and that he was quite aggressive and rude. I wanted to extend my personal apologies if you were unable to complete your assignment.”
“I've had easier interviews.” I laugh like we're sharing a little joke and he laughs along. “I hope he’s going to be all right.”
“Oh, how kind. Yes, I’m sure he will be.”