Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
I giggle a bit, but then grow serious again.
“You know, I think I really respect Miss Dion because it doesn’t feel like she’s trying to sell me anything when she wears eye-catching clothes. I get the feeling she wears them for her. She’s not getting paid, and no one gave her any of that stuff for free.”
The doctors eye me, puzzled.
“Why would anyone give her free stuff? Oh you mean as complimentary promotional items?”
I nod.
“Exactly. I guess a lot of celebrities get free stuff in the hopes that they’ll wear and promote them in the public eye. But Celine Dion is different. She said that she buys all her clothes full-price. After all, she did a residency in Vegas and is allegedly worth a billion dollars, so she can afford it,” I add ruefully.
Ryder lets out a whistle.
“That’s a lot of money.”
“A heckuva lot,” agrees Ranger.
“Definitely enough to buy ten wardrobes filled with designer clothes,” I say cheekily. “Anyways, I’m just happy that Celine’s not trying to sell me anything. At least not obviously. Maybe she is trying to get me to listen to her songs, but if she is, then she’s going about it in a very subtle, classy way.”
The two men pull me close, nuzzling my throat and cheek again.
“You’re smart, sweetheart. You’re really good at breaking this all down because Miss Dion probably has the best PR and marketing people out there, not to mention fashion stylists and buyers. But it seems that you understand how this works,” remarks Ranger in an appreciative tone.
Ryder continues.
“Have you thought about going into marketing, Bethie? I think you could be really good at it,” he adds. “I mean, you just highlighted exactly what you like and dislike about the style choices of a professional singer. You know, they hire people for astute opinions like that.”
I blush.
“Who, me?” I giggle. “No, I’ve never thought of it. In college, I studied entomology. A whole lot of good that did me,” I snort.
Doctor Stephenson waggles his brows.
“What, there aren’t enough insects in New York for you? What about all the cockroaches in the subways? Or those fucking water bugs that always climb up the shower drain?”
I shudder a bit.
“I always handled specimens when they were in glass jars, and trust me, New York City cockroaches need a team of people to attack that problem, not just one girl. But no, I haven’t used my college degree in my working life. You know that I’m just a corporate secretary over at Gen-Armor, right? They do plastics and polymers, although even after all these years, I don’t really get what that means. I just know it’s not my thing.”
The men are silent for a moment, just thinking.
“Tell me, how did you get the job at Gen-Armor?”
I smile a little embarrassed.
“Well, I originally thought I was going to come to the city with, I don’t know … an idea, I guess. You can tell it wasn’t very well-formed since I can’t even remember what that original idea was.”
Ranger nods, non-judgmental.
“And what happened after you got here?”
I sigh.
“Well, I had a little money saved up from my job during college, so I lived on that for a while. My friend who was temping at Gen-Armor left to move home, but before she took off, she recommended me as her replacement. I think they didn’t really want to spend much time recruiting because I think I was the first person they talked to, and they hired me on the spot.”
The doctors nod.
“So you’ve been with the company four years now?”
I nod.
“I was always going to leave,” is my subdued explanation. “I never saw it as anything but a temporary gig while I looked for a real job. But one year turned into two, and then I got pregnant with Danny and I needed health benefits. Since they’re a big company, insurance is pretty generous at Gen-Armor. And then, I just stayed,” I say simply. “I guess I’m a pretty good secretary because everyone seems okay with my work. I mean, I’m not stellar or anything, but I’m not terrible either. I’m neat, efficient, and get my work done.”
The doctors are silent, merely stroking my hair for a moment. I relax between them. It’s so funny. In the beginning, I was a little bit embarrassed about my curves, not to mention the way I have of screaming loudly during sex, and the way I squirt so generously each time. But these men make me feel desired and feminine, and as a result, I’m completely comfortable with them now, jiggly parts and all.
“Hmm,” muses Ryder while stroking my back. “Well, I definitely have some ideas.”
“Ideas?” I cock my head at him, even while gazing at that handsome face adoringly. How did Mother Nature create such perfection in a man? His black brows are straight, highlighting the piercing blue of his eyes. His cheeks are chiseled, and that mobile mouth has kissed me everywhere and anywhere. My pussy spasms pleasurably just at the memory.