Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” She shoves a fifty at him, then slides out.
I look expectantly at the driver who’s wearing a baseball cap backward and a smirk on his face.
“Can’t, man.” He shakes his head at me. “My shift is done.” Well, I guess that’s the universe’s way of telling me I should fuck Skylar.
“Have a good night.” I kick open the door and almost start laughing because I’m seriously hammered. I’d have to be to let Skylar’s cold hands pull me toward the door.
“Are you hungry?” She smiles, batting her eyes up at me as she pushes the door open, and I reach for her, dipping my nose into her neck as she gasps and moans loudly.
“I see you are hungry…” She giggles.
“Don’t talk,” I growl, walking inside and slamming the door. Then I freeze because I smell… Jesus, it’s the scent I’ve been craving all night.
Warm coconut, maybe even vanilla, infiltrates my rather numb brain, and I pull Skylar closer to breathe in her scent again. Wait, this is not right. She’s not coconut; that’s floral perfume.
“Brett.” She giggles loudly, sashaying backward, motioning for me to follow as I strip off my suit jacket. Christ, I’m like a dog smelling a bitch in heat, literally inhaling the air as if that can direct me to my destination.
“Come on, big boy, this way.”
Gritting my teeth, I focus on walking toward her. If she doesn’t shut up, I’m leaving. Having been here a couple of times, I know what’s next. Eyeing her bed, I have one goal in mind: to come quickly and pass out.
“I’ll do anything you wan—”
“Just be quiet and suck my cock,” I interrupt her.
She simply stares at me.
“Or don’t.” I shrug, taking off my tie and unbuttoning my dress shirt. At this point, I think it’s best if I just pass out.
“Let me get us some champagne.”
Barely hearing her voice, I kick off my dress shoes.
“Brett?” Her annoying voice filters in and out of my consciousness as I tumble straight into her bed.
“Wait, wake up. I thought we were going to…”
Her voice sounds far away as I smile and grunt out, “You can suck my dick in the morning…” Then all goes black.
ALEXANDREA
Vowing that today will be a better day, I straighten my shoulders, prepared to face it.
Last night I fell asleep around ten o’clock while reading, only to be awakened at one thirty when my sister and some man came home. No wonder I’m exhausted today. On a positive note, I really hope this is the guy who’s been making her act so weird.
Hopefully, she got laid, and now she’ll be a nicer person. I strum my fingers on the tile counter as I wait for the coffee to finish brewing. Maybe we can still bond? I mean, if she’s happy, that has to make her a more pleasant person, right?
The three loud beeps make me sigh, and I pour myself a cup. Relieved that I got to the machine first. Skylar usually does, and not gonna lie, it’s like drinking brown water.
Taking a deep sip of the bitter brew, I savor it for a moment.
“Brett, you don’t have to leave. We can drive in together…” Skylar’s voice does not sound different. If anything, she sounds frantic. I turn and grab the pot, ready to fill my mug so I can dart back to my room.
“No. I need to change.” I freeze, and chills slither up my spine. That voice… it can’t be.
“I can drive you. It’s no hassle. Please, I want to—” And that’s when my hope of having a better day vanishes. All thoughts, in general, are gone as I stand frozen, staring into his shocked blue eyes.
“Alex! What the hell are you doing?” My sister’s harsh voice makes the world come back into focus. That, and the scalding coffee I’m spilling from the pot. How can this be happening? I can’t be staring at the one man who makes my heart skip and stomach flutter.
I can’t.
“Christ.” His warm hand takes the pot from me as I back up, covering my mouth in horror. Staring at him, I pray this is just my imagination, but the loud slam of the carafe into the Cuisinart machine, and his ocean-blue eyes, force me to snap out of this numbness.
This is real. He’s here.
My professor, Dean Brett Powers, stands in the kitchen, wearing a wrinkled suit, his dark hair looking like he just got up.
“Look at my floor,” Skylar wails. “Are you stupid, Alex? It even got on Brett’s shirt!” She pushes me aside and grabs the roll of paper towels off the counter. Because apparently, I can’t move. All I can do is gawk at him.
Him.
This is the man who’s been making my sister lose her mind? I can almost feel the laughter getting ready to burst out of me. Out of all the men in Los Angeles, this is her boyfriend?