Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
With a smile, the guys seat themselves at the small kitchen table as I serve my best red wine. Then, I drain the pasta and mix it with the sauce before pulling warm garlic bread from the oven.
“Shit, that smells amazing,” Hunter growls while staring at the thick, crusty slices.
“Help yourselves!” I coo before setting everything on the table, and taking a seat. My lovers don’t hesitate. Immediately, they start devouring the food like hungry wolves, and I have to say it turns me on. These are men who absolutely appreciate my culinary skills, and I’m only too happy to cook for them.
“So how are things?” Hunter finally asks, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “This is delicious, honey. Thank you. I’ll have to get the recipe from you.”
I giggle.
“You cook?”
Hunter grins again.
“Yeah, sometimes. This asshole and I eat a lot, so cooking is a life skill that we put to use quite often.”
I cock my head at them.
“But you don’t eat for free at the Corinthian?”
They shrug.
“Yes, we do, but we like to mix it up sometimes. Besides, not all the food at the hotel is healthy, so we prefer to make it ourselves sometimes. You know we’re aspiring professional athletes, right?”
I nod slowly.
“I’d heard that. I think Sean mentioned something about it. You’re aspiring marathoners, I think he said.”
Brent grins.
“Not really, although we both run. I do triathlons and Hunter’s an ultra-marathoner, meaning he does fifty mile races or longer. But yeah, working at the hotel is just a way to make money on the road to achieving our dreams. At the moment, we’re earning cash from sponsorships and whatnot, but it’s not quite at the level where we can sustain ourselves.”
I nod.
“I can imagine. And working for the Corinthian must be perfect because as blackjack dealers, you work during the night, right? So during the days you can train.”
Hunter nods.
“Exactly. It’s a lifestyle we’re used to actually because once upon a time, we were ski bums in Tahoe.”
I giggle.
“Really?”
The handsome men nod, flashing Crest-white smiles.
“Yeah, it was a long time ago. But we’d ski during the day and play the casinos at night. Soon, we found steady work as blackjack dealers, and it’s been with us ever since.”
I nod.
“So the itinerant life suits you.”
Brent and Hunter shrug.
“It’s not really itinerant. I mean, yeah, we travel for races but otherwise we pretty much train year-round here in Vegas. Plus, we’re simple guys and have always had enough to live. The route to becoming a professional athlete is a bumpy one, but it’s a dream that we’re not willing to give up on quite yet.”
I nod.
“Dreams are priceless,” I say quietly. “I envy you.”
Hunter nods, suddenly serious.
“Dreams are priceless, honey, you’re right. But onto less serious things. So how was the party? Was Sean surprised?”
I giggle.
“Well, no because they could hear us the entire time,” I say in a droll tone. “Evidently, we were so loud that when they were lying in wait for Sean to arrive, they could hear us moaning and panting.”
Brent lifts a black eyebrow at me.
“Are you embarrassed? I’d totally understand if you were.”
I think for a moment.
“Not really, to be honest. I mean, I’ve never pretended to be a “good girl” or a virgin or anything like that. Everyone knows that I waitress at the Corinthian. But I do have a question…” I say.
Brent nods.
“Shoot.”
I bite my lip, hesitating for a moment.
“Well, was hooking up with me planned? I mean, you did come with a sexy gift, and things progressed pretty fast too.”
Brent shakes his head immediately, but then he and Hunter share a look.
“Well, not technically,” Brent acknowledges in a slow voice. “But I’ll admit that we were hoping for something to happen.”
“Is that so?” I ask in an amused tone, raising my brow.
The guys laugh. “Well yeah, because we see you at the hotel all the time, sweetheart, prancing around in those tiny little cocktail dresses while wiggling your ass at all sorts of men. You’re gorgeous, baby, and let’s just say the party was the perfect opportunity to get to know one another better. So yes, we were hoping, but we didn’t plan anything in particular. What happened was just serendipitous.”
I shoot them a sly look.
“Serendipitous? That’s what you would call it?”
Brent growls, his blue eyes flashing.
“More than serendipitous, sweetheart,” he rasps. “It was the best fucking day of my life.”
I giggle then.
“Now, that’s more like it. But seriously, what stopped you before? You know that even when I was with Sean, we didn’t have a traditional relationship. We had an open relationship, which meant that I could see other men and he could see other women. You knew that, right? Because sometimes, I’ll entertain male clients at the casino.”
Brent and Hunter’s brows lower as they share a look.
“What is it?” I ask. “What’s going on?”