Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
“So whatta you say we get out of here?” he suggested. “Go back to your place?”
I leaned in and lowered my voice. “Don’t I get to sample the goods before I take them home?”
“Gorgeous, you can have anything you want. What do you have on your mind?”
“Well…” I pushed my arms tight against my sides, causing my breasts to pop up and out of my already low-cut blouse, showcasing a ridiculous amount of cleavage. His eyes followed. “My neck is very sensitive. I like the skin under my ear sucked.”
“I can do that. But what are you going to suck for me in return?”
I swallowed the bile in my throat and forced a smile. “Whatever you want.”
I didn’t even have a chance to brace myself before he was on me. His mouth went straight for my neck. I let him get in a few disgusting kisses and sucks before I glanced over to where I knew Leo was positioned. He gave me a curt nod, and I shoved Larry back and lied through my teeth.
“That feels so good. Let’s just go to my place. I’m dying to give you a good suck, too.”
“Lead the way.”
“Give me two minutes to go to the powder room so I can freshen up.”
He took my hand and cupped it around his hard-on through his pants. “We’ll be right here waiting for you. Hurry.”
“Oh, I will.”
My departure was always well planned in advance. A few days ago, I’d stopped by the bar and found an emergency exit at the end of the hallway that led to the bathroom. Since it was at the back of the building, I’d parked my car on the street behind the bar.
Pushing open the door, I strutted through and took a deep breath of fresh air. I was going to have to go home and shower after having that guy’s lips on me. But for now, I was done. I texted as I walked to my car.
Elodie: Done. There’s a sucker born every minute.
Soren responded quickly.
Soren: Are you referring to me because of our bet or Larry the lawyer?
Elodie: Both. Thanks for the extra cash. See you payday.
***
Bang!
Shit.
I closed my eyes. This was the last thing I needed. I was forty-five minutes early for my interview, but that wasn’t enough time to deal with an accident. I put the car into park, being careful to leave it exactly in the position the accident had occurred, and got out. The front fender of my old Jeep Wrangler had a small dent and a few scratches, but the other car definitely bore the brunt of the damage. Its back tire was hissing and already halfway to flat. The rear wheel well had crumpled inward and pressed against the tire. The fancy-looking new Mercedes seemed to almost implode on impact.
“What the hell? You’ve got to be kidding me.” The driver of the Mercedes got out of his car and joined me to look at the damage. He raked his hand through his hair. “Didn’t you see me? I was backing into the spot.”
Of course. I not only hit what was probably a hundred-thousand-dollar car, but the driver had to have the jawline of a Greek god. Figures he’d be gorgeous to match his ostentatious car. I disliked him instantly.
“I was there first. You started backing up after I’d already started pulling in.”
“Already pulling in? I don’t think so. You tried to slip in while I was already backing up to parallel park. No one was behind me when I started.”
My hands flew to my hips. “Oh, yes, I was. You just didn’t see me. I pulled up behind you and waited. When you didn’t move after a minute, I even honked my horn. So I figured you were just double-parked, and I was clear to take the open spot. If you wouldn’t have nailed the gas, you would’ve had time to see me and stop before you hit me.”
His brows jumped up. “Hit you?” He pointed to his car. “I think it’s pretty obvious who hit who by the damage.”
I ignored him. “What, were you on the phone or something?”
He scowled. “I hope you have insurance.”
“No. I drive around without insurance.” I rolled my eyes. “Just because I don’t drive a fancy car like you doesn’t mean I’m a criminal.”
Mr. Mercedes huffed. “I have an appointment to get to. Can we just exchange information and be on our way?”
I took out my phone and started to take pictures of the damage. “No. We need a police report.”
“That’ll take an hour or two, at least. We don’t need a police report for such an obvious accident.”
“Are you going to admit it was your fault to your insurance company? Because while you may be able to afford a rate hike, I can’t.”
“I’m not going to admit it was my fault, because it wasn’t my fault.”