Rule Read Online Cassandra Robbins

Categories Genre: College, Forbidden, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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“Actually, how about next week?” Mrs. Coolidge tries again, but fucking other men’s wives is not my thing, even if they don’t care. Well, besides Misty, but we have an arrangement, so I make an exception for her.

“I’m going to get another whiskey. Can I get you anything?” With a smirk, I stand and glance around the lavish hotel banquet room, absently thinking if we spent less time spending money on wining and dining our donors, maybe we wouldn’t need as much money in the first place.

“I’d love another martini.” She licks her fat lips and juts her fake tits out, making my eyes dip to them.

Why do women feel the need to do this to themselves? “Gin or vodka?” I say as my mind drifts to a pair of bee-stung lips that are all natural and taste like sweet pineapple.

“Gin…” Again, she runs a tongue across her bottom lip. I know she thinks it’s enticing, but all I can think of is that she somewhat resembles a lizard. Christ, I should cut myself off. I’m turning mean.

I nod, having zero intention of returning to this table, and make my way to the lavish bar.

“I’ll take a Basil Hayden straight up.” I lean on the bar as the pretty bartender grins and turns for the bottle.

“Make that two.” A woman rubs her chest on my back and glides around next to me.

I raise a brow at her as she rests her elbow on the bar.

“Sorry, I tripped,” Skylar yells over the crappy sound of the music, which sounds muffled amid the loud conversations surrounding us.

“Having fun?” She smiles, her white teeth almost gleaming in the darkening room. They’ve turned the lights down to give it a trendy vibe, I’m assuming. Which is stupid. All we need is one of our decrepit old donors to faceplant…

“Loads.” I straighten as the bartender places the two whiskeys in front of me, and I toss her a twenty.

“Thank you.” I look down at Skylar, and her big blue eyes blink up at me. I should walk away, but to be honest, she’s here, she’s willing, and my cock needs a release.

“Drink up, and let’s get the fuck out of here.” I hand her the whiskey.

“Absolutely. To us.” She clinks my glass, and I frown, almost telling her not to talk. Instead, I shoot the whiskey, letting the burn distract me. Christ, is there anyone else? My eyes trail around the room. Everyone’s blurring together.

“My place?”

She shimmies close to me as her tits touch my chest. I should say no. I’m gonna regret this tomorrow. Instead, I grin and say, “Why not?” I can always have her blow me if she tries to talk too much. That, and I can leave when I’m done. If I have her come back to my place, I’ll have to kick her ass out after I come, and that just breeds hostility.

She reaches for her small clutch. Resting my hand on the base of her back, I escort her through the masses.

“You two have fun.” Belinda, a colleague, laughs and waves as we pass. Skylar smiles, snuggling closer. Again, this all should make me turn and get my own cab, but I already jerked off in the shower to a pair of green eyes and long legs. The thought of going home alone and doing that again is like acknowledging that I’m borderline obsessed with Alexandrea, and that can’t be true.

So Skylar it is. She’s not perfect, but at least she’ll distract me. You get what you get and don’t get upset. Christ, I really am drunk.

“I’m gonna rock your world tonight.” Skylar’s voice brings me back to the now, and the fact that a valet has the door to a cab open.

“Thanks, man.” I nod at the kid, who looks about as bored as I am.

“Have a good night.” He slams the door after I slide in and lean back.

Skylar gives the driver her address. “Brett?” She slithers closer to me as she whispers, “Did you hear me?”

“Hear what?” I almost turn away, but force myself to focus on her since she’s coming in slightly blurry.

“I said I’m gonna rock your world,” she murmurs, her hand resting awkwardly on my leg. Christ, this was why I broke it off. We have zero chemistry. And now she’s talking dirty?

“Look, Skylar—” Even with the massive amount of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, my brain is blasting get out like a foghorn on a cloudy day.

“Shh.” She places a finger on my lips.

I cock my head at her as the lights from other cars and the moon filter into the cab. “This might not be a good idea—”

“Come on, Brett. One drink… please.” She moves closer, leaning into me as the cab driver clears his throat.

“Hey,” the cab driver says, his voice scratchy. “Not trying to listen or anything, but we’re here.”


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