Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“I thought so. Why not?”
He shrugs. “He’s got it in his head it’s really wrong.”
I scowl. “We are not hurting anyone, Adrian.”
He smiles. “I know, I thought you were OK with it. Josh, however, isn’t.” I take a gulp of my drink without tasting it. Adrian gets his phone out of his pocket and reads the text. He smiles. “I’m going to the bar,” he gestures.
“OK.” I smile. I turn back to Cam and Bridget’s conversation although I’m not in it. I feel my phone vibrate in my bag and I pull it out to check.
Hello x
It’s Joshua. My eyes immediately shoot up to him. He dips his head and gives me a stifled smile. I text back.
Hello
My phone beeps again.
Are you purposely not returning my kiss?
Hmm, what does that mean? Why would he even notice no kiss? This is honestly the most confusing man on the planet. I don’t know what to text, so I just look up at him and shrug my shoulders. He gives me a sad smile; he knows I’m cranky. Well, tough titties for him. What does he expect? Bridget thankfully reappears through the crowd with a round of margaritas. Good timing, Bridge. How in the hell am I supposed to stand two meters from him and not talk to him all night? This isn’t punishment for him. I’m punishing my stupid self. I look around the club and notice most of the female population eyeing our group of men. I look back at the boys and I smile. Of course, they attract attention. Look how gorgeous the four of them are. They are all very alpha male. My phone beeps again.
Nice dress
I read the message and smile as I bite my lip—this hard-to-get act is wearing thin on me already. I look up and very deliberately do a pirouette to show him the full package. He gives me a carnal smile, his eyes drop down the length of my body, and he cracks his neck. Jackpot, there it is.
Abbie pulls me by the hand. “Come on. We are dancing,” she says as she heads toward the stairs.
“I will meet you down there.” A bartender walks past us with a tray of drinks, and I have an idea. “Excuse me, can I ask you to do me a favor?”
He looks around. “Sure.”
I pull twenty dollars out of my purse. “Do you see that man over there in the navy blazer?” He looks around. “No, over there near the wall.” I point with my chin. “Pink checkered shirt.”
“Oh yes.” He smiles. “He’s hot.”
“I know.” I smirk. “Can you go over and discreetly give him this money and tell him the lady in the black dress and red lipstick would like to place him on layaway?”
He smiles at me as he frowns. “Really?”
“Yes, please.” I pull a whiny face at him. He heads off toward Joshua and I stand still watching while he taps him on the shoulder and whispers into his ear. Joshua dips his head to listen and then looks up as the bartender discreetly points me out. He smiles as he takes the money from the bartender and sticks it in his pocket. I smile and bite my lip as our eyes lock. He’s giving me that look. You know the one, the one I love. Come fuck me, it screams and, boy, it’s smoking hot. I head toward the stairs to dance feeling quite proud of myself and halfway down the stairs my phone beeps again.
Layaway Receipt
I smile broadly and stop still. Ow, some idiot bangs into the back of me.
“Watch out,” I snap.
“Well, don’t stop on the stairs, stupid.”
Mmm, good point. I walk to the bottom of the stairs and continue reading.
Layaway Name: Beautiful Slut
Layaway Number: 69
Item Purchased: Lamborghini
Pickup time: 1:00 a.m: Don’t be late!
I smile and continue to the dance floor to join the girls and Adrian.
Two hours later, I’m feeling very woozy on my legs when my favorite song comes on. It’s a track by Jason Derulo called ‘Talk Dirty to Me”. I pull out my phone, smiling, and text Joshua:
Talk Dirty to Me
I smile as I put my phone away. OK, let’s see what he’s got.
My phone beeps immediately.
Keep thinking those dirty thoughts, precious. I want that beautiful tight cunt nice and creamy when I suck on it later.
Holy fuck. He’s good at talking dirty; that’s absolutely filthy. I smile again. What in the hell am I doing? I am so out of my league here. I text back a lame reply:
It’s working, I like it.
My phone beeps immediately.
You will swallow.
Christ, um, what will I write?
Yes.
It beeps again:
It wasn’t a question.
OK, it’s official. He’s the hottest man on the planet and I find myself feeling rather overheated by his texts. My phone beeps again.
How loud are you going to scream when you come on my face with your knees on my pillow?