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Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
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I giggle.

“Penis enlargements are my specialty.” He holds his hands apart to signify twelve inches and I laugh out loud just as the door opens.

Henry puts his hand on my waist to lead me out, and I look up into the gaze of Nathan. He’s leaning against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his expensive charcoal suit trousers.

He clenches his jaw at Henry.

“Nathan.” I smile awkwardly as I walk over to him. “There you are.”

He snaps his arm around my waist and bends to kiss me. His lips are a little open, and he sucks with just the right amount of suction. My knees weaken from under me.

Oh, wait, what?

“Hello,” Nathan says.

“Good to see you again, Nathan,” Henry replies. “She did fantastic.” He smiles down at me. “She’s like a dream come true.”

“Is that so?” Nathan says dryly.

Oh crap.

7

Eliza

Henry’s gaze holds Nathan’s for a moment longer than he should, and then he smiles.

“Have a good night, you two.”

Nathan gives him a smug smile. “We always do.” He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him.

I’m still reeling from his kiss. My lips are tingling. What kind of kiss was that?

Nathan watches Henry walking across the road. “I don’t like him.”

“You don’t even know him.”

His attention comes back to me. “Why did you tell him I was your boyfriend?”

“Good idea playing along with that kiss, by the way,” I say quickly to try and distract him. “I think it looked realistic.”

Nathan takes my hand and begins to power walk up the street. “Why did you tell him you had a boyfriend?” He demands as he pulls me along. “Did he make a pass at you?”

“N-no,” I stammer, nearly running to keep up with him.

“Did he make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“What is it then?” He growls.

“Nathan, I just thought it would make me sound more reliable and grounded, you know?”

He turns toward me and stops. “That’s fucking bullshit, Eliza, and you know it.”

“You know what?” I huff. “Why the hell did you come and pick me up from work if you just want to be a jealous jerk?” I rip my hand out of his. “Screw you, I’ll go celebrate my first day by myself. Go home. You’ve ruined it now.” I storm off. If he wants dramatics, he can damn well have them.

“I’m just saying that I don’t like him,” he says as he follows me.

“Well, it’s lucky he isn’t your boss then, isn’t it? First, you don’t talk to me because of Samuel, and now you want to whine about my boss. Is there anything that doesn’t piss you off, Nathan?”

“Nope. You’ve pretty much got it fucking covered right now, Eliza.”

I turn on him like he’s the devil himself. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Don’t give me that tone.” He growls.

“Oh, but you can give me that tone, and that’s perfectly fine?” I turn and storm off, once again. “I don’t know what’s come over you lately; you’re acting fucking weird,” I bark. “Hot, cold, angry, sulking. Your mood swings are giving me whiplash.”

“I just want to protect you,” he calls from behind me. “Where are we walking to?”

“To a bar!” I snap. “I told you to go home. I’m not in the mood for a three-hour temper tantrum from a two-year-old.”

“You want to go to the bar by yourself so you can pick up a fuck, is that it? Am I in the way, Eliza?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not even joking now. Go the fuck home.”

I see a place that looks nice, and I storm inside and sit down at the bar. Nathan follows and sits down beside me.

“What will it be?” the bartender asks.

“I’ll have a margarita, please,” I say as I try to calm my anger.

The bartender looks to Nathan, who holds up two fingers. “Make it two.”

We sit in silence as I watch the bartender making our drinks.

“Sorry,” Nathan finally mutters.

“For what?”

He pauses and I know he’s trying to get the wording right in his head. “For being jealous.”

I turn to him. “So, you admit it?”

He stares at me.

“Why would you be jealous?”

His eyes hold mine. “Because it’s only a matter of time until I lose you.”

“Nathe,” I say softly and put my hand on his thigh. “You’re never going to lose me.”

He takes my hand in his and plays with my thumbnail. “Yes, I am, Lize. Let’s face it,” he whispers.

He’s insecure. How didn’t I see this before? Empathy fills me, and I smile up at my beautiful friend.

“Why would you think that?” I whisper.

“Here you go. Two margaritas.” The bartender puts our drinks on the bar.

“Thank you,” we say in unison.

Nathan shrugs and sips his margarita. “You keep telling me you’re horny and you need sex, and once you meet someone…”

“You think I’m not going to need you if I meet someone?” I frown.


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