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)
Her eyes widened and she sat up, her finger still pushed up her vagina.
Stifling my annoyance, I turned and stalked toward the stairs. “You’ve got exactly one minute to get dressed and leave, or I’ll throw you out naked.”
Fifty-eight seconds later, she charged down the staircase and toward me where I waited next to the front door. Her blouse was half open where I’d ripped a few buttons off last night and she was barefoot, pumps dangling from her hand. She stopped in front of me and slapped me hard, pelting me with a string of curses in a foreign language, maybe Polish?
“You ruined my blouse, you bastard! Just so you know, you are the worst lay I’ve ever had.”
I smiled cruelly. “You creamed the sheets you came so hard when I fucked you.” I took two hundred dollars from my wallet and put them into the front pocket of her jeans. “And that’s for your blouse. Consider the rest my tip.”
Her face turned red. I opened the door, nudged her outside and stepped into the corridor as well, then locked the door.
I left her standing there, stewing in her anger and shock. Stepping into the elevator, I hit the button for the ground floor.
I reached the lobby and waved at the desk clerk. The elevator moved back up. “Good morning, Teniel. How’s the family?” I asked.
“Good, good. Wife’s pregnant with our fourth child.” He handed me the keys to my car. “I parked it in front of the entrance for you forty minutes ago.”
That’s when I should have left for training. “Congratulations,” I called as I reached the glass doors. The elevator binged. I threw a glance over my shoulder, seeing a furious Fake-Blonde storming through the lobby. Teniel shook his head with a small frown, but he was used to these kinds of scenes by now.
I stepped off the plane, feeling like a train had run me over. Over twenty hours of traveling had completely knocked me out. My mouth tasted as if something had crawled inside it and died.
I pulled my luggage behind myself, my eyes scanning the waiting crowd. I hadn’t seen Fiona in more than two years, since she’d run off to Australia on a whim. We’d talked almost every day on the phone, but it just wasn’t the same as having her with me. Would I even recognize her in real life?
The second I spotted her, I almost laughed at my ridiculous worry. She stood out as she always had. Tall and thin like a model, with the clothes and smile to match. I felt like a rhino in comparison to her. She rushed toward me, managing to look elegant while running in four-inch heels, and hugged me.
She was about an inch taller than my five foot seven and at least forty pounds lighter. While Fiona showed off her size zero skinny jeans, I was glad for my comfortable size twelve chinos and my loose blue blouse.
Fiona pulled back and gave me a quick once-over. “You look good.”
“And you are gorgeous as ever,” I said, meaning every word. My eyes went to a tall, muscled man behind her with dark blond hair and a beard. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief and I liked him right away.
“That’s Connor,” Fiona said, following my gaze. I had never seen her look that way at someone before. Full of adoration and tenderness. She’d been in love with her childhood sweetheart, but that had been puppy love in comparison.
“I know. I Skyped with you both, remember?” I said with a teasing smile. He was taller than I’d imagined and broader. “You are quite a hunk,” I told him.
He laughed and pulled me into a hug. Fiona shook her head. “Don’t flirt with my man, Evie.”
As if I could ever compete with Fiona’s gorgeousness. She’d been a cheerleader all her life and now she was also a fitness model. She was perfection, and I was not.
Connor took my suitcase from me and led us out of the airport. The warm summer air greeted us. It was a shock to my system after the freezing cold back in Minnesota.
“You’ll love it here,” Fiona promised.
Connor drove a black Jeep that fit his size and I slumped into the backseat, feeling like I needed a week of sleep. After twenty hours of traveling, with my clothes crumpled, my hair disheveled and my makeup ruined, I felt even more like an ugly duckling. Fiona was the box of handcrafted Belgian chocolate, and I was the bag of Butterfingers forgotten under the car seat on a hot summer’s day in Arizona.
Fiona and Connor were holding hands as he steered the car. I had to admit my heart swelled with warmth seeing her this happy. I couldn’t really stay mad at her for running off if it meant that she’d found someone she loved.