Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She started with five thousand, and she’s way over seven thousand right now. “Well, if you say four, I have no choice,” says Trevor, the fifty-year-old man who has been itching to touch her, always leaning in to whisper to her. The only thing I can see in my head is me throat punching him.
“All bets are closed,” I say right as he puts his chips on the table and take the white little ball and spin it. I don’t even watch the ball spin, the only thing I’m watching is Zara standing next to him with her hand holding her purse.
“I’m here for my shift,” Peter, my other teammate, says from behind me, and I look over at him.
The ball finally falls and jumps from one number to the other landing on 00. “The winner is 00,” I announce and see everyone lose their bets. “Thank you, guys, so much for playing. I’m going to be handing it off to my boy Peter,” I say with a smile and walk around the table to see Zara collecting her chips.
“Don’t tell me you’re leaving already,” Trevor says, and she just smiles.
“Hey, babe,” I say using the nickname I’ve never used in my life because my father always calls my mother that. She turns to me, and I see a sparkle in her eyes. Fuck, maybe I need to call her babe more often.
“Hey,” I say to Trevor, then turn to Zara, kissing her cheek. “You did good.” She puts the chips in her hand purse, and now it’s bursting.
“Yeah.” She smiles. “We should try blackjack.” I nod at her and grab her hand in mine. “Trevor, it was a pleasure meeting you.” She smiles at him, and I just turn and pull her away.
“I swear if he touched you one more time, I was going to throat punch him,” I tell her, and she just laughs.
“Please, you had that bleach blonde all over you laughing up a storm.” She stops walking. “Tell me, what did she say that was so funny?”
I look at her, and she folds her hands over her chest, which is the wrong move ’cause it pushes up her perfect tits. “Which blonde?” I ask, knowing she is talking about Taylor.
“Playing stupid is not a good look on you, Evan,” she says, her eyes squinting as she glares at me.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell her, and she now comes closer to me.
“I’m not the jealous type,” she says. “Not in the least. Never was, never am going to be.” She looks right and left and then comes back to me. “But if we are seeing each other, and I find out that you are also seeing other people, it won’t bode well for you.” Fuck, her words get my cock stirring.
“One, I’m not a cheater. Never have been, never going to be,” I tell her, picking up a strand of her hair and twirling it with my fingers. “Two, there is nothing that she could have said to get to me because the only thing I was interested in was finding you,” I tell her, getting really, really close to her, so close our chests touch, and she leans down. “Three, I was going to make damn sure everyone here knew you were with me.” I look down at her now, my fingers trailing across her face. “Now, do you really want to play blackjack, or would you like to cash out and head home?”
“That depends,” she says. “Are you going to feed me?” she asks me, and I tilt my head to the side and smirk at her. “I mean food.”
“I can feed you that also,” I reply to her, and she leans up and kisses my chin.
“Then let’s blow this popsicle stand,” she says. “I should say bye to Cori and Harry.” She looks around the room and doesn’t spot them. “They must have left already.”
We walk to the cashier table, and she hands them her chips with her name. She made twenty-two hundred dollars in thirty minutes. I grab her hand and start walking out, saying good bye to the people we pass. A couple of the fans stop me and ask to take a picture. She is happy to take it for them, and they all thank her. We finally walk into the back and head toward the garage. The sound in the garage is eerily quiet with just her heels clicking on the concrete. I see that almost all the cars are still there. Walking to her side of the car I click the button to unlock the door, but I don’t open it for her. Instead, I turn her around and push her back against the car. My hands go on either side of her head, my palms flat against the car instead of buried in her hair.