Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she agreed, nodding.
“You going to head out?” I asked as she started to rearrange her desk.
“Yeah. I have a hot date with the bookstore,” she said.
“Text me when you get home,” I demanded as she got up to check that Binx had enough food and water to hold him over until the morning. “Maybe I’ll drop by after to get you,” she said, rubbing under Binx’s chin for the two-point-five seconds he allowed that before he started to swipe at her.
“He’ll be fine,” I reassured her.
He had more than enough space. And he generally loathed all human contact, so it wasn’t like he would be lonely.
“Yeah, I know. I just feel bad for him.”
“He spends his time at your apartment tucked under the couch, avoiding you,” I reminded her.
“That’s true,” she said, nodding. “Alright. Are you heading out too?” she asked as she grabbed her purse.
“Yeah. I’ll walk you to your car.”
It was still reasonably light out. But I was paranoid about Josie’s safety. She was just so darn… soft. Innocent. I wanted to protect that at all costs.
From there, I hopped into my own car, doing some more scoping things out, shoring up my plans.
And losing my focus about every ten minutes.
It was freaking infuriating, to be honest.
I’d never struggled to focus on a job before.
Especially not a job as important as this one.
There was no way I could go through with the next phase the way my mind was right then.
“Damnit,” I hissed, slamming my head back on the rest as my fingers squeezed the steering wheel over and over, trying to talk myself out of it.
In the end, though, my hand went to the ignition button and my foot slid to the accelerator.
And I was driving.
I didn’t even have to look it up. Because my stupid, horny ass self had already looked up the address of the clubhouse online. Just in case.
Really, I couldn’t think of a single other way to get my head back into the game but to fuck the guy again.
It wasn’t an especially long drive to Golden Glades, but the roads got increasingly desolate as I went, making it feel like it should have been further from Miami than it was.
Sometime as I was closing in on the clubhouse, my phone dinged, telling me that Josie was safely home, and asking if I was okay.
I paused outside the open front gates of the clubhouse—which was, surprisingly, an actual house—to text her back, telling her all was good, and to enjoy her new books.
Then I pulled fully in, seeing the line of motorcycles as well as a smaller row of cars. A couple of them some fancy-looking sports cars.
Even with the windows up, I could hear the music thumping from somewhere in the backyard. Other noises came from that direction as well. Squeals and laughs. Loud splashes.
Party noises.
I guess I’d picked a good night to drop in.
No one would be suspicious of a random chick hanging around a party. They wouldn’t try to look into me, and figure out who I was.
Grabbing my purse, I climbed out of my car, my gaze scoping out all the exits. Something I’d been unconsciously doing since I was a kid.
You always have to know how to get away, Rynny.
That was my uncle talking.
I took everything he had to say to heart.
I didn’t go toward the front door, not when the party was out back.
“Oh, hey, bud,” I said as I was met by a giant-ass tortoise who was munching happily on some flowers. “Are you supposed to be here?” I asked. He had no answers. I figured I would find someone reasonably sober and mention the big dude, just in case he wasn’t supposed to be outside.
The party was in full swing in the backyard.
Bikini-clad girls were in the pool. One or two of them were actually topless, entertaining some men who were happy to give them their attention.
There weren’t a lot of men around, actually.
I counted all of seven, maybe.
One of them was standing at the grill, flipping skewers full of meat and veg.
The grumble of my belly said I wouldn’t mind swiping one of those. But I wasn’t there to eat. I was there to… be fed, if you will. My body had been starving since the last time I’d seen him.
“Hey, honey,” the man at the grill greeted me, giving me a warm smile. “You looking for someone?” he asked.
“Actually, I am looking for…” I said, walking toward him, and grabbing his arm. “Him.”
Thankfully, he was right there. Because it would be a little uncomfortable to admit I was looking for someone whose name I didn’t even know.
“Damn…” the man at the grill said, shaking his head sadly as my biker turned at the unexpected touch.
“The fuck…” he said, eyes going wide.
“Yes,” I agreed, smirk toying with my lips. “Let’s fuck,” I said, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him with me toward the back door of the house.