Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Just as I turn toward the double doors, in walks the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s so petite she probably only comes up to my stomach. But the sight of her thin, white dress and hard, pink nipples has my cock throbbing. She’s smiling at a woman beside her as she steps farther into the room and looks around.
I didn’t know what it would feel like when I was finally ready to take a woman under me, but the sight of her has every primal instinct screaming at me to mount and breed. Male hormones are taking over, and suddenly my reason for being here is perfectly clear.
Her. I’m here for her.
Chapter 3
Ivy
I stand frozen, feeling a little uncomfortable. I’m not used to so much male attention. It makes me feel sexy but unsure at the same time. Something inside me tells me that I’m not theirs to look at, nor should I really even look at them. Suddenly I feel really protective of myself and I don’t know why.
“I take it all back,” Reba says next to me. “Your outfit is perfect. You have the place salivating.” I hear the smile in her voice. She’s more excited about this than I am. “Come on, let’s get you a drink to calm your nerves.” She grabs my hand, pulling me towards the bar.
I look away from the room and the people staring at me, but I can still feel their eyes. I’m not sure I really like it. Their looks might be hot and needy, but they feel cold at the same time.
“Cosmo,” Reba says to the bartender pointing at me. “You know what I’ll have.” She winks at the man behind the bar. He gives her a smile and goes about making our drinks.
“Maybe I should just have a glass of wine?” I don’t normally drink hard liquor. Not since my first college party. It was the one and only time. After that night and a two-day hangover I always stuck with wine, normally two glasses at the most, but I’m good to go.
“You need this.” She pushes it toward me and I bite my lip. “Besides, one drink isn’t going to get you drunk. It will just help you relax a little. Make the tension leave your body.”
“Going to introduce us?” the bartender says to Reba. He’s got a smile on his face and I see a dimple showing in one of his cheeks. He looks sweet with his blond hair and blue eyes.
“She’s not into pain, so back up.”
My eyes go round. The smile he wears drops away, and I see a glint in his eyes. There’s a trace of what Reba said. What do they call it? I have to think for a moment. Sadist. The word sends a chill down my spine. I break eye contact with the bartender and take a gulp of my alcohol, making Reba and the bartender laugh.
“I don’t bite.” He pauses for a second. “Unless you want me to.”
I shake my head. Nope, I definitely don’t want to be bitten by him. I notice my mind didn’t rule it out completely, just with him. The idea of a man leaving a mark on my skin holds appeal, but it feels like it should be done by someone you belong to. A man leaving a mark on you is some kind of claim, not some one-night romp. Somehow it’s more personal.
“Leave her alone. We don’t want to scare her off on her first night,” Reba tells him.
He holds his hands up, the easy smile coming back to his lips. I relax and glance over my shoulder. A few people are still looking at me, but most are hanging out and talking. If I didn’t know any better I’d think we were just in some upscale neighborhood bar.
“Not what I thought it would be,” I say, more to myself. I thought there would be naked people everywhere. Women on their knees giving blowjobs or draped over chairs taking it from behind.
Reba follows my line of sight. “It’s early,” she sighs. “Besides, the main event is over there.” She points to two double doors that are closed. “Sometimes it can get a bit wild in here later. More so when people start exiting the main room.”
I focus on the double doors she pointed toward, waiting for someone to enter or exit.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take you over there in a second. When you finish your drink,” Reba adds.
She mistakes my concentration on the doors. It’s not that I’m excited to go through them, I simply want to see who’s going in and coming out. I want to get an idea of what’s happening.
I pull my eyes away from them and back to Reba, who is staring at me. She picks up her glass that I’m guessing contains whiskey and takes a drink. I do the same and take another big gulp. I feel myself start to relax a little as the alcohol warms me.