Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I once dabbled in guy-on-guy shit because two of the guys at the clubhouse, Snatch and Itchy, fell for each other and made it seem like the best thing in the world. Skid and I found out very quickly it wasn't for us.
I wonder, as I kick off my shoes and inch toward the bed, if I have any cause to judge what I just saw down the hallway, considering the shit we used to do when we were younger. Although, none of it had to do with pretending to be a baby. And just what the fuck did he mean by changing the baby's fucking diaper?
I shake my head, shoving those thoughts from it as I climb up onto the bed. I have no idea what's in store for me tonight, but I know I can't burn my ability to come back here in case I find the need to do so at a later date.
The bed is more comfortable than it has any right being, and I sink into it almost immediately, trusting that a place that requires ten grand to walk through the door also takes pride in cleanliness.
I realize just how damned exhausted I am when I startle at the sound of the door opening. I watch in the limited light as a woman enters the room. She silently walks to the bed and, without hesitation, unties her robe, letting it fall from her body, leaving her completely naked.
I can tell by the light that although she's much younger than I am, she isn't illegally so, but I find that despite her obvious beauty and the perfection of her body, I'm not really attracted to her.
When the bed dips under her weight, I sense the moment of pause.
"Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?"
How the fuck do I answer a weird-ass question like that?
"No worries," she says with a soft, easy smile, her voice low and comforting. "I'll be the little spoon first, and you just let me know if you want to switch."
I don't say a word as she lies down, situating her body against mine, her back to my front. She reaches behind her and pulls my arm around her middle, leaving my palm flat on the bed rather than holding her in any way.
I can't decide if I want to kill Kincaid for this or thank him.
Chapter 10
Cora
I watch as he moves, well aware that I'm a woman who can appreciate the male form, but there's something a little more unnerving about watching a guy roll his hips and move his body on a stage when I'm the only one in the room.
I picked 3a because it was a simple stripper. I thought I could handle that easily, a lot better than the things on the right side of the menu for sure, but this isn't like the time we snuck away from campus and went to the Chippendale show.
Naomi, who also just happened to be the granddaughter of a former president, had an uncanny ability to slip her bodyguard detail and get us into the best of trouble. It seems like a lifetime ago, and there are days I wish for the easy freedom I had when I was in college. I only went out with that group of girls a handful of times, but the memories of those carefree nights make me smile.
But then so does Ben, the guy dancing for me as sultry music plays from the speakers.
The setup in here is eerily familiar to what we saw when we went to that show, only the lights are on in the room, and the man can see me as easily as I can see him.
I'm not comfortable in the slightest, although I know the unease comes from a different place. Before, when I was younger, I always worried at some point in the night that we would get caught, that someone would recognize us, and we'd be the next scandal for our political families to deal with. It made having a great time impossible without the help of a bottle or two of champagne or wine.
I gave up on the idea of them trying to poison or drug me about fifteen seconds after Ben strutted into the room and asked me what type of music I preferred. Stupidly, I told him country because that's what I listen to in the car, but that left me with having to watch him perform to "Save a Horse" by Big and Rich, and that's just not something anyone should witness.
If anything, I feel bad for him as the song transitions into "Strip It Down" by Luke Bryan.
I almost open my mouth to ask for something different, but from the glazed look in his eyes and the way he seems to be looking over my head as he dances, I don't think the music matters much to him.