Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Drink whatever you want as long as I don’t have to haul your drunken ass home later.”
She narrowed her eyes, nodding toward my glass of water. “I’m not the one with the gin and tonic.”
I grinned. That was exactly what everyone was thinking. I held the glass out to her, challenge in my eyes, and she took a hesitant sip.
“Water,” she said incredulously.
“I don’t get drunk in public, or at all. I’m an athlete.”
She blinked but I turned to the bartender and ordered a beer, then handed it to Evie. “Thanks,” she said, watching me closely. “Do all women fawn over you as if you’re the second coming of Jesus Christ?”
I leaned back against the bar. “Not all, but many.”
She rolled her eyes and took another sip. Another flash blinded us, and Evie stiffened beside me. “I hope I’m not in any of these photos.”
She would be in all of them.
I made small talk with a few more Network Ten personnel when Evie excused herself to go to the restroom. Connor joined me at the bar a moment later. “So mate, how’s your new assistant fairing so far?”
“I have no complaints except for her choice in clothing,” I drawled.
“She’s a bit self-conscious about her figure.” He grimaced. “I shouldn’t have said that. Fiona will kick my ass.”
I could see how Evie was self-conscious about her body in an environment like this. The women surrounding me had turned starving into a competitive sport. I twisted my glass around in my hand as I searched the crowd for my fling of the night. I was in the mood for something spicier than the bore from last night. “Why does she blush so much? It’s like she’s from some hicktown behind the woods and has never been around a naked guy.”
“You were naked in front of Evie?”
“Not really. She caught me in bed with my last fuck. Got a good look at my backside, maybe more.”
Connor shook his head. “This will cost me my balls, I can see it coming.” He emptied his glass. “Seeing you banging someone would have disturbed anyone.”
“She’s kind of adorable,” I said to get a rise out of my best friend.
“Evie is a good girl, Xavier,” Connor muttered, narrowing his eyes.
I turned my attention to him. “How good?”
“Too good for you,” Fiona said in warning as she came up behind us. Her sneaky tendencies grated on my nerves. “Don’t even think about making a move on her, you hear me? Evie spent the last few years taking care of our dad after our mom died. She doesn’t need additional crap from you.”
“And where were you?” I shot back because I didn’t like her tone.
She blanched, turned on her heel and disappeared in the direction of the ladies’ room as well.
“Great,” Connor snarled. “Was that really necessary?” He left me standing there as he stormed off after his girlfriend. I smirked into the camera lens pointed at me from across the room. Soon a woman with chin-length black hair in a tight black jumpsuit sauntered over to me, introducing herself as Maya Nowak, as if her name should ring a bell with me. I assumed she was a journalist from one of the sketchy tabloids that made millions with my scandals. I supposed it was only fair that I got something in return, so after an hour of shameless flirting and the second time her knee accidentally rubbed my cock through my pants, we made our way to an empty meeting room where she sucked my cock with so much eagerness you’d think she was a starving dog gifted a bone. After I’d banged her on the meeting table, I zipped up my pants, threw the condom in the bin and turned to leave.
“Hey!” she called. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving just like that?”
I didn’t look at her. “What else am I supposed to do? I don’t do a pussy twice. Bye, Marie.” I knew that wasn’t her name, but for some reason I wanted to piss her off. She’d probably let me fuck her for the very reason to write an article about me—might as well give her the necessary fodder.
Back outside, I returned to the bar for another glass of water. The night was still young; maybe there was more pussy to discover. When I didn’t spot Evie anywhere, I checked my phone and found a message from her.
Fiona told me you were busy, and I quote, getting head, so I decided to take a taxi home. Charming women’s panties off is your job, not mine.
I shook my head with a smile. She was something else. When I looked back up, I was hit with Maya’s scowl. I had a feeling she’d savor her revenge even more than she’d savored my dick.
I grabbed a few newspapers on my way to Xavier’s apartment and let myself in with enough noise to waken a hibernating grizzly, then headed into the kitchen area. I listened for strange noises from upstairs, but it was quiet. Was Xavier alone?