Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I shake away the thought.
This is a poker game.
Not a brothel.
We can fuck later.
Right now, I have a hand to win.
Jake’s eyes drop to the cards in my hand. “May I?”
“No. You may not.”
Jake ignores me and plucks my cards from my hand. Straightening, he examines them. I cast a quick glance to Jasper and find him fighting a smile. I give him the finger, and turn back to Jake whose expression remains stoic—thank fuck.
Jake slides my cards into a single stack and hands them back to me, face down. I snatch them from his fingers and spin on my bucket to face Jasper. “Winner takes the pot. Loser streaks. Is that the deal?”
Jasper nods.
From behind me, I hear a very deep and very final, “No.”
I take a breath and look up and over my shoulder at Jake. “I’m not going to lose, Jake.”
“You might.”
“I won’t. Trust me.”
“No.” His tone is dismissive and he speaks to Jasper over my head. “Winner gets the pot. You lose, you streak. She loses…I streak.”
Nobody seems to care anymore that their boss is here. They’re too busy losing their shit. Taking side bets. Getting their camera phones ready. I mean, I’m a little disappointed in the lack of faith these people have in me. Not that I can blame them for their enthusiasm. Hell, for the first time ever, I actually want to lose.
Jasper and Jake shake hands.
The moment Jasper pulls back, he flips his cards up on the table. He’s all smiles. On his feet. Doing the robot. Pointing at his King high flush and demanding that I, beat that shit, and telling Jake, take it off.
I let him rejoice a few more seconds before I crush his dreams.
“I win,” I state, matter-of-fact.
Jasper stills.
Pales.
Stutters. “W-w-what?”
I lay my cards down on the table, face up so everyone can see. I may not get to see Jake run across a field naked, but victory is still pretty fucking sweet. Besides, I can see him naked later.
Now I’m all smiles. On my feet. Telling Jasper to eat shit. Watching as he regretfully starts stripping. Reveling in the sound of Jake’s laughter. At the sight of him bonding with his employees. And of course, I’m performing my own dance.
River dance, finger snap, finger guns…pointed at my Ace high flush.
“I can’t believe I lost.” Jasper gives me a onceover. “To a girl.” He glances over at Jake and gives him a onceover. “My boss’s girl.”
My inner feminist kicks in and I point to his crotch. “I can’t believe you can hide your entire pecker with those tiny little hands.”
Once again, the crowd roars. Even Jake laughs. And Jasper, being a good sport, grins and removes his hands—holding them in the air, allowing his cock to hang freely.
Well…not really hang.
But before anyone can comment on that, he bolts across the open field. His bare ass is illuminated by the huge spotlights on the corner of the building. It would be lit up with the flash from his fellow employee’s phones if it weren’t for Jake’s insistence that everyone be a good sport and not record this moment.
“Well, that’s one sight I could’ve retired without seeing,” Jim says, shaking his head as we all watch Jasper run back toward us—stopping every few feet to shake his dick. “I think these people are going to like you, Jake.” Jim turns to Jake and gives him a nod. “I feel good about leaving them in your hands.”
Jake’s smile is humble. “Thank you for that.”
“Come on, Mr. Swagger!” Jasper approaches us, trying to catch his breath. “The weather feels nice on the ol’ balls. You should try it.”
“No.”
Jasper grins. “How about a hug, then?”
“No.”
“Handshake?”
“No.”
“What about you, Penelope?” He holds his arms open and shakes his dick at me. “Hug?”
Jake tosses him his clothes. “I like you, Jasper. Don’t fuck it up.”
The crowd—Jake’s employees, every day average people—laugh good naturedly at Jake’s words. If it weren’t for the powerful way he carried himself, he could almost pass as one of them. It makes them feel good that he acts as their equal. He’s not just some suit. He’s not the richest man they’ll likely ever meet. He’s not even their boss. In this moment, he’s just Jake.
As we say our goodbyes, I stand next to Jake—bag of winnings in one hand, his hand in my other—until the only people left are us and Jim, who has just invited us to have dinner with him and his daughters.
I’m famished—as usual—so I’m quick to agree. But Jake cuts me off.
“I actually have plans for us tonight, Jim. But we appreciate the invite.”
Plans?
Jake has plans?
I didn’t know about any plans.
I’m in shock as I hug Jim goodbye. Walk to the car. Let Jake usher me inside. It’s not until we’re driving away that I ask what I’m dying to know. “We have plans?”