Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Turned-on.
“Why don’t you just go give her a quick call?” Cameron suggests. “Make sure everything’s okay. And then we’ll start fresh, you and me.”
I nod. “Yeah, good idea. Thanks. As long as you don’t mind.” My phone buzzes with another incoming call and I decline it. “I’m just gonna step out front, real quick, call her, see if everything’s okay, and then I’ll put my phone away for the rest of the night. I promise.”
The waiter comes to the table with my martini and sets it in front of me. “Are we ready to order?”
My phone buzzes with another call and I decline it.
“I don’t think we’re ready to order yet—” Cameron begins.
“No, no, I’m ready,” I say. “I’ll only be gone a minute, I promise.”
He smiles at me.
I quickly place my order with the waiter, take a huge swig of my martini, and then another, and sprint outside, gripping my phone with white knuckles as I go. I’m scum right now. A lying, deceitful, insincere piece of shit. But I can’t help it. I feel like a junkie hankering for her next fix—and Josh Faraday is most definitely my next fix.
The chilly night air feels like a slap to my face—which is good. Maybe it’ll slap some sense into me. I’m being an absolute nightmare right now. A female-asshole, which is a massive step above bitch. Oh my God, I need to stop this. I’m on a date with Cameron. He’s hot. He’s a professional athlete. He’s sweet—like a Boy Scout. Jeez, the man’s pursued me through two cancellations of our dinner date. I’ve got to go back in there and give him my undivided attention. He deserves that much. And I will. Just as soon as I talk to Josh for a teensy-weensy second.
I press the button to call Josh.
“Oh my fucking God!” Josh shouts in my ear the minute the call connects. “Just the thought of you sleeping with Cameron Fucking Schultz is turning me into my goddamned brother. I’m coming to get you. Tell me where you are. You’re not allowed to be on a date!”
I laugh. “Oh, please. I’ve seen your Instagram account, Josh. You’re not exactly a monk.”
“Don’t believe everything you see. I just got propositioned by a bisexual supermodel the other day and I turned her down.”
I laugh. “Well, give the man a medal.”
“Tell me where you are.”
“No.”
He’s silent for a long beat. I can practically hear his gears turning. “Are you gonna turn this guy down or what?” he finally asks, his voice intense.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Oh my fucking—”
“Josh, you’re assuming he’s gonna make me some kind of offer. There might not be anything to turn down.”
“Ha! Kat, gimme a fucking break. Of course, the guy’s gonna make you an offer.”
“Not ‘of course.’ We might not hit it off. You never know.”
“Kat, Jesus. Don’t act like you don’t know you’re literally the most gorgeous girl on planet earth. You’re physical perfection and any man who meets you is gonna want to sleep with you and he’s gonna pull out all the stops to seduce you.”
I’m speechless. He just said things that would rock any girl’s world—and he said them like he was rattling off state capitals.
“So, are you gonna turn him down or not?”
“You think I’m the most gorgeous girl on planet earth?” I ask, my mouth still hanging open.
He exhales with exasperation, like I’m asking a stupid question. “Of course. You’re insanity—a fantasy come to life. You must know that.”
My heart is suddenly pounding in my ears.
“You’re drop-dead gorgeous,” he continues, his voice shifting from matter-of-fact to something distinctly sexual. “Anyone who sees you is gonna want you. It’s fucking primal. Anyone would want you.”
“Anyone?” I ask, clearly asking if that word includes Josh.
“Anyone. Jesus, Kat. Of course. That little cleft in your chin?” He makes a sound like I just licked his dick. “I’ve got a hard-on just thinking about it. God help me if I ever get to touch it, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”
I swallow hard.
“And on top of all that, you’re funny and sassy, too. You’re the whole package, Kat. A fucking eleven.”
Holy shitballs, I wanna have sex with this man. If we were alone right now, my clothes would already be off and my legs spread. A thought pings my brain like a pebble against a window: What did you ask for in your application to The Club, Josh Faraday?
“So, where are you?” Josh says softly, like he’s luring a rescue puppy with a hunk of sausage. “I wanna celebrate my newfound freedom tonight with my Party Girl with a Hyphen and I won’t take no for an answer.”
I can barely breathe. “I can’t, Josh,” I finally say. “I’m not gonna do that to Cameron. I’m a bitch, but I’m not that big a bitch. We’ll celebrate tomorrow.”