Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Boys were dumb.
I waited for the kettle to boil on the stove in the bus’s kitchenette. I opened a cabinet and brought out the mug Hell had bought me on the last stopover. It said I love my job! and every time I saw it, I got the insane urge to laugh. Leaning against the cabinet, I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and tried to focus on the TV.
Connor sat on the sofa, his phone in hand. Whatever he did on it was projected onto the huge television screen. When he saw me, he jerked his chin. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just making tea.”
“Making tea? You really are from another age, aren’t you, Emmy?” He turned back to the TV. “How old are you again? Seventy-two? Seventy-three?”
I rolled my eyes, poured boiling water into my mug and moved to return to my cubby but Connor stopped me. “Where are you going?” At my surprised expression, he waved me over. “I’m bored. Come watch something with me.”
I didn’t normally watch a lot of television but there were tons of movies I hadn’t seen and the rest of the guys were doing their own thing, so… “Okay.” When I approached, I set down my mug of peppermint tea and sat down a foot away from him. “What are you watching?”
His brow lowered. “Still deciding. The pickings are slim, baby.”
Another stomach shimmy.
Ugh.
When he scrolled over a semi-familiar title, I asked, “What’s Sister Act?”
“It’s about a lounge singer who gets in deep with the mob, so they send her to a convent to live with the nuns. She teaches them to sing, they all becomes friends and skip off into the sunset.”
Well, that sounded delightful. “Cool. Put it on.”
I should’ve known something was up when he sniggered. “Your wish is my command.”
The opening sequence showed two pretty blonde women talking amongst themselves. They needed money to pay the bills and were running short.
I frowned. This wasn’t exactly what I pictured but okay.
The front door rang and the landlord appeared. He was not a nice man. It seemed he wanted the money now or the girls would be evicted. When the girls started crying, the landlord told them he wished they could figure something out.
That was when the girls both got on their knees.
I looked to Connor, a confused expression on my face, but when he looked at me encouragingly, I turned back to the screen.
The women were unbuttoning the man’s pants and when his angry-looking erection was free, I shot up, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Connor. My tone was shrill. “Connor, this is porn!”
He tipped his head back and laughed openly.
Shaking my head, I went to walk away but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. He uttered a chuckling, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was the wrong Sister Act. It was an honest mistake.”
I blocked my view of the TV and scowled. “You are a liar.”
He grinned. “A little bit.” He held up his thumb and forefinger, peering through the tiny gap he’d left between them. “Only this much.”
The fact was Connor loved to torture me.
There was moaning happening now and my cheeks heated. “Turn it off!”
“Okay. All right.” He hit a button and the screen went silent. “Sheesh. You act like you’ve never had sex before.”
My brain stroked out. “I’ve had a… sex.”
His brows rose. “You’ve had a sex?”
“Yes.” Oh my God. “Many.”
Why, Emily? Why?
Connor bit his tongue in that way I liked so much and crossed his arms over his chest. “Go on.”
“No.” I was already standing once again.
With a huff, I snatched up my tea and hid out in my cubby till the bus stopped.
Chapter Seven
Rock You Like a Hurricane.
Emily
The second the bus stopped, Craig called out over the speakers, “Okay, you maggots. It’s been a long ride but we’ve arrived. Welcome to Arlington, Texas.”
When the guys commenced whistling and cheering, I clapped along with them. It was exciting. This first leg was the longest part of our journey. According to the schedule Amber had sent me, any other time we were on the bus would now be anywhere between one and nine hours at a time and after being stuck on this impressive but dull thirty-six hour bus ride, that was more than okay with me.
It was time to check into the hotel.
See, this confused me. When Amber mentioned hotels, I didn’t understand. I assumed the whole point of the tour bus was to use it as accommodation but after listening to Amber’s explanation, it kind of made sense.
She said that if the guys always spent the night in a hotel room, especially after a show. It helped them rest easy and use the facilities. The bus was only for travel purposes. This way, the guys could get a good night’s sleep, eat well, shower, and be ready to move on.