Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Sure enough, the trio turns around and the girls lead my date back into the spa, tittering with invitation. Bruce follows willingly, and to my shock, one of the girls has undone his fly and is leading him back into the store by the dick! His massive pole is definitely enclosed in her tiny palm, and I even see her squeeze him teasingly as the three of them disappear from view. Then, the shop door closes and I’m left on my own to hyperventilate like a maniac in my car.
What the fuck was that? Did Bruce just go in for a second round of shenanigans? What kind of spa service is Rose and Lily, anyways? It’s clear those bimbos are actually working girls, and that Bruce is paying them for sexual services. To be honest, that realization doesn’t bother me because a lot of alpha males in Chicago pay for it when they’re single. But still, is he doing two women at once? Is he actually using the services of two prostitutes to get off because he likes it like that? Even more, is this why he hasn’t called me? Because he thinks I’m too tame to handle something like a menage?
Well, fuck that. I’m Carrie Burkhart, and I’m no one’s fool. Maybe I’m not a working girl, but neither am I some uptight ninny with a big stick up her butt. Instead, I’m the girl who always interviews the strippers for my friends’ bachelorette parties, and hell, I even blew that last stud who was really hot with the enormous shaft. No one can say that I’m repressed, much less shy or retiring. So what the hell do I do now?
Pressing my lips into a straight line, I rev the engine on my car before screeching away from the curb. Given this information, it’s clear that I’ll have to find some other way of getting Bruce Chapman’s attention, and it’s going to take some out-of-the-box thinking, not to mention creative inspiration. But again, I’m Carrie Burkhart, and I won’t give up … until Bruce Chapman is solidly in my grasp.
CHAPTER 2
Carrie
“Oh my god, are you serious?” my cousin Tess giggles on our video chat. “She literally led him back inside by his dick?”
I groan, dropping my head into my hands dramatically.
“Yes, definitely,” I emphasize. “I saw it with my own eyes, and I had binoculars too, so there was no mistaking just which body part she was squeezing with her hot little hand.”
Tess snorts with laughter, soda practically coming out of her nose.
“That’s pretty raunchy,” she admits. “But are you sure you still want this guy, Car? I mean, using prostitutes is no big deal because a lot of guys do it. But it seems like this situation has gotten away from you. I mean, you’ve gone full on stalker, and then you catch the man of your dreams basically banging two girls at once. Okay, maybe you didn’t technically see the banging part, but I think we can infer what happened.”
My shoulders slump.
“Yeah, my behavior is pretty out there, I admit. But if you could only see Bruce for yourself!” I whine. “I swear, this guy is better-looking than Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise combined. He’s like if they got together and had a baby. That’s what he looks like.”
My cousin merely scrunches her nose, looking skeptical.
“I don’t really like either of those actors. I mean, I’m more of a Duane Johnson or even Jeremy Allen White type. I like guys who have character, and not just a pretty face.”
I roll my eyes.
“Oh please, Tess. You’re dating a man who’s in his forties, so of course you like character.”
She giggles.
“Yeah, because character is important! Besides, the best part about an older man is that he knows exactly what he’s doing in bed,” she winks. “Roland gives it to me so good all the time that I forget my own name when we’re together, it’s that insane.”
I merely roll my eyes again.
“Roland may be a billionaire businessman, but I haven’t forgotten that he’s also a convicted felon,” I say in a droll tone. “Don’t forget that part.”
“Oh that!” my cousin says in an airy tone while waving a hand at me. “Sure, we met while he was still in lock-up, but it was no big deal. Let’s just say that we put the ‘conjugal’ into ‘conjugal visit’ while he was in prison.”
I roll my eyes again because there’s more to my cousin’s relationship than that. Basically, Tess used to be married to Rolly, a fellow student at Loyola College. But through a crazy turn of events, they got divorced and she started dating Roland, Rolly’s dad. Yes, my cousin is now dating her former father-in-law, and it’s pure insanity if you ask me.
But to each their own. After all, I’m hardly one to be pointing fingers, seeing that I just stalked the object of my desire. But still, what should my next step be? Reading my mind, Tess nods.