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)
Henn’s lips leave mine. Kiss over.
Holy shitballs.
I open my eyes to find Henn staring at me, his eyes wide and face red.
I glance at Josh, my cheeks suddenly blazing with heat, and my breath catches at the ferocious expression on his face. I don’t know Josh well enough to understand exactly what emotion he’s telegraphing right now—is that anger, arousal, jealousy... or something else? Whatever it is, it’s clear to me the man is feeling something fueled by a shit-ton of testosterone.
“I... That was... um . . .” I stammer. “Wow, Henn.” I swallow hard. “I don’t think you need... any... instruction whatsoever.”
Twenty-Five
Josh
Jesus Christ. Enough, already. When will this torturous kiss between Henn and Kat end? Enough. Well, now I know: I’m dealing with a fucking monster. A gorgeous, twisted, evil, sexy fucking monster. I didn’t think she’d actually go through with it. What the fuck is she thinking? Poor Henn’s never gonna recover from this goddamned kiss. I’m only watching it, and she’s scarring me for life.
After what seems like forever, Henn and Kat finally break away from their kiss, and Kat’s eyes instantly dart to me. I steel myself, expecting her to smile like the vicious shark she is—like the prehistoric killing machine she is—but the look on her face absolutely floors me. Her eyes aren’t blazing with smart-ass defiance, no—they’re glistening with something else... Hurt.
Henn hasn’t stopped staring at Kat since they broke apart from their kiss, even though she’s looking at me. Jesus, the poor guy looks like he just stumbled out of a hookah lounge.
Clearly, I’ve got to say something to smooth things out here, even though I’m literally trembling in my seat with adrenaline.
“Awesome, Henn,” I say. “You nailed it man—or should I say her?”
Kat’s face contorts into unbridled disgust.
Henn fidgets and takes a step back.
“I watched your technique carefully, man,” I continue breezily, “looking for any chink in your armor. But I couldn’t find a damned thing to critique. You should be giving me pointers, man.”
“Yeah, you slayed it, Henn,” Kat adds, her voice tight. Her mouth smiles, but her eyes don’t. “All I’ve got is praise, baby.”
I stand abruptly. “Well, I think I’m gonna hit the sack. I’m pretty wiped.”
Kat stands. “Me, too. Unless you still need some more help, Henn?”
“No, I’m good. I can take it from here.” He looks at his watch and clears his throat. “Wow, it’s almost three. I’m gonna get another Americano and start going through the first batch of stuff that’s been processed through translation software.” He looks at his three laptops sprawled on the table. “Should I move my shit to my room and work there?”
“Nah, no worries. Stay put. I’m just gonna crash. Gimme your room key, man. I’ll crash in your room.” My eyes flicker briefly to Kat to get a read on her—to see if maybe she’s toying with the idea of letting me “crash” in her room for the night—and I’m met with blue eyes of steel. My eyes dart back to Henn. “What’s your room number again, man?”
“1836.”
“Okay, well, nighty night, man.” I slide Henn’s key-card into my pocket. “Don’t drink too many Americanos. That shit’ll kill you.” I start moving toward the front door of the suite. “Come on, Kat. I’ll walk you to your room.”
“No need.”
“I promised Jonas I wouldn’t leave you alone while we’re here in Vegas, unless you’re safely in your room.”
She clenches her jaw. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to break a promise to Jonas, would we?”
“Thanks again for all the help tonight, guys,” Henn says. “You cut my workload down by hours.”
“Any time, bro. We’re all in this together.”
Kat hugs Henn and kisses him on the cheek. “You’re amazing, Henn—a fucking genius.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“And thanks for the kiss,” she says. “I know it was for instructional purposes only, but it was a really, really lovely kiss.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. One for the memory book.”
“Hang on a sec, Kat,” I say. I quickly gather my toiletries and a change of clothes from the bedroom and stuff everything into a small duffel bag. “Okay. See you in the morning, Henn. Do you need anything from your room?”
“No. I’ll call down to the front desk for a toothbrush. I’m fine.”
“Okay. Good night, man.”
I silently guide Kat through the front door of the suite.
“It’s all fun and games ’til someone gets hurt,” I mutter the second the door closes behind us.
“I couldn’t agree more,” she says, gritting her teeth.
“Didn’t look like you gave a shit about someone getting hurt a minute ago,” I reply.
She whips around to face me, her eyes blazing. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asks.
“I could say the same thing to you. Are you a complete sociopath?”
“What? You’re the one who offered me up like I was a wench at a pirate-bride auction.”
“Ha! I didn’t think you’d actually do it. I hope you’re happy now. You’ve ruined that boy.”