Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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AVA
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I took special care with my dress and makeup the next day, as I got ready to head to the coffee shop for our rendezvous. Last night I’d gone to bed with nothing but him on my mind, even ignoring that feeling that had returned. The feeling of being watched.
It was silly of course, there was no one else in the off campus condo I’d lived in for the past two years since moving here for school. But somehow for the past week or so that feeling has persisted.
I’d checked all the windows and doors in the light of day. Even went so far as to make sure there was no window with a telescope across the way, and nothing. But still the feeling persisted.
I forgot all about it as I made my way happily to the coffee shop and him though. At nineteen I’d been out on a few dates, had even come close a time or two to going all the way with some guy, who’d said or done something repulsive just before I made that monumental mistake and nipped it in the bud.
But this time I had the sneaky suspicion that things were going to be different. For one, he was older than anyone I’d gone out with before, more mature. And putting aside his handsomeness, he had a way about him that spoke volumes.
I can’t imagine him being a bungling idiot who didn’t know his way around a woman. Couldn’t see him making the same mistakes as others had that had sent me running hard in the opposite direction.
So I showed up at the coffee shop with butterflies in my stomach and hope in my chest. It was high time I joined the ranks of the deflowered. My cheeks blushed at my thoughts and I couldn’t even believe I was thinking this way. It’s so unlike me.
But it’s a testament to the effect the man had had on me. In that one meeting he’d done more to break down my walls than anyone else had come remotely close to doing. And we’d hardly said more than a handful words to each other.
Me, who always scoffed at my friends for losing their heads over some new flavor of the month now find myself in pretty much the same predicament. It didn’t matter though, for the first time I was excited to see where this thing might lead.
He wasn’t here as yet when I walked in and I spent a few seconds wondering if I should order or wait for him to show up. In the end I decided I would look more sophisticated if I was sitting with a cup of coffee when he walked in.
I decided against my usual morning muffin though since there was no way I could get anything past the lump that had taken up residence in my throat.
4
Damien
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I watched her walk into the little hole in the wall coffee shop from my place in the backseat of my car. If the smile on her face and the excited way she walked were any indication, my job was going to be easy. Not that I expected anything different. I’m well aware of my effect on the opposite sex.
But since I don’t have all the time in the world to deal with this shit, the trick now is to get her into my bed before the week is out. “Did you get the plane ready?” I asked my guy Clyde who sat in the driver’s seat.
“Everything’s set and our eyes on the father hasn’t shown any strange movements so he’s not aware that we’re here.” I didn’t expect him to. I was hoping that his arrogance would make him sleep on my true nature.
“Sit tight, this won’t take long.” Sometimes I wonder at my cockiness, and the fact that other people fall for my bullshit in ways that I know I never would from anyone. If anyone even thought of pulling the shit on me that I pull on others I’d put one in their fucking head and keep it moving.
But I’m not like most; I’ve known that since my early teens. That’s how I know I can pull this off regardless of any last minute blips of conscience that may prick me. If she’s lucky, she’ll look back on this experience as something dark that happened in her past. If she’s not, it will fuck with her head for the rest of her life.
She looked up as I entered, as if she’d been watching the door for my appearance. I ignored the little buzz of excitement I felt at the smile she flashed me and made my way over to her. “Hello beautiful Ava, I see you’ve started without me. I’m not late am I?”
I pretended to check my watch apologetically. “Oh no, no, you’re fine.” She hurried to reassure me as I stared into her eyes, knowing it discomfited her. I’d seen her reaction to my eyes, my smile and the dimples in my cheeks the day before and didn’t think twice about using them now.