Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Okay,” he says softly.
“But... I was thinking... will you come to my room and sleep with me tonight? I don’t wanna be alone—I want to be with you.”
He lets out a loud puff of air. “Hell yeah. I’ll be right there.”
10
JOSH
I’m jolted awake by a banging at the door. My eyes spring open.
I’m tangled up with Kat in her bed, in my briefs, and I’ve got a gigantic woody. I was having an awesome dream—a totally awesome dream about Kat. It was so blatantly symbolic, so obvious, I feel like slapping my subconscious for being so lacking in imagination. In my dream, Kat was giving me an incredible blowjob and Emma walked into the room. But rather than jerk out of Kat’s mouth and rush to smooth things over with Emma, I just said, “Oh, hey, Emma. I’m kinda busy right now.” And then I looked down at Kat, at her blue eyes looking up at me, and I smiled.
There’s another loud bang at the door. “Hey, are you guys in there?”
Kat lifts her head, bleary-eyed. She looks at the clock and rubs her eyes. “Oh crap. My alarm didn’t go off.”
I leap out of bed and bound to the door. “Yeah, we’re here,” I call out.
I open the door to find Henn standing there. His eyes immediately train on my gigantic boner. “Well, good morning,” Henn says cheerily, staring at my crotch. His eyes snap up to my face. “Dude,” he says. “We’ve gotta be on-call to save the world today, remember?”
“Sorry,” I mumble. “Our alarm didn’t go off.”
He motions to my dick. “Mmm hmm. Time to get your other head in the game, Faraday.” He peeks past me into the room. “Kat?”
“Yep,” she calls from inside the room. “Come on in, Henny.”
I open the door wide and Henn strolls past me. He’s definitely got his swagger on today—which makes sense: I suppose Henn’s playing in some sort of Hacker Super Bowl today.
“Hey, Kitty Kat,” Henn says. “Sorry to intrude on your optometry appointment again, but Jonas texted ten minutes ago, asking me to confirm all the money’s still in place and we’re ready to move at his signal. I told him we’re good to go any time, boss, of course—and then I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off looking for you two losers. Jesus, guys. You’re gonna give me gray hair, and I’m much too young and pretty for gray hair.”
“Sorry,” Kat and I say in unison.
“I know you guys are busy falling in love and all—”
My eyes instantly dart to Kat’s face, my cheeks bursting with color, and she looks like Henn just stuck her finger into an electrical socket.
“—but we’ve gotta keep our eye on the job,” Henn continues. “Jonas and Sarah went into their meeting with the feds a few hours ago and we’ve got to be ready, just in case. Once we’ve delivered the money, then you two can go off and do whatever the hell kind of eye exam you want, all night and day, but right now I need both of you to keep your eyes on the prize and your heads in the game.”
I look down. This is exactly why I’ve stayed friends with Henn for so long: he’s one of the few people in my life that calls me on my shit. He’s right. I’ve been letting myself get hopelessly distracted from what we’re here in Las Vegas to do.
“To be honest, the odds are low we’ll be asked to make the transfers today,” Henn continues, his tone much softer, “so I’m sure we’re okay—Jonas is ninety-nine percent sure his meeting’s gonna go ’til the end of the banking day today—but he wants us to stand by just in case. No room for error.”
“You’re totally right, Henn,” Kat says. “We’ll stop acting like complete idiots.”
“Not you, Kitty Kat. Just him,” Henn says, winking at her. “You can do no wrong, pretty lady.”
Kat grins at Henn. “Hear that, Josh? You’re a terrible influence on me.” She laughs. “Do I have time to take a quick shower, Henny?” She sits up and the bed sheet slides off her torso—clearly revealing the outline of her nipples under her thin, white tank top.
Oh shit. I don’t think she’s ever looked sexier than she does right now.
“I think you’d better just throw on your clothes and be ready in five, just in case,” Henn says, averting his eyes from Kat’s skimpy tank top. He looks at his watch. “The minute banking hours are over here in Vegas, then we’ll be off the hook ’til tomorrow morning and you can shower and all that. But, in theory, Jonas could call literally any time now so we’ve got to be ready to move on a dime.”
“Okay,” Kat says, rubbing her face. “Sorry, Henny. We’ll pull our shit together and get our heads in the game from now on. Right, Josh?”