Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Plus, as much as I’d love to date Jason properly, what we’ve got going is so insanely good that I’m scared to jeopardize it. I’ve finally gotten him to relax about the age gap, and he now willingly comes to me every night. Just thinking of our nightly liaisons makes my pussy contract with lust. What if by asking him about the dates, I remind him of how young I am, and he starts worrying that it’s wrong again? I think I’d actually lose my mind if I didn’t get to enjoy his insanely hot body every night.
“What you need is to talk talk,” Janine continues, her mouth full. “A real conversation in a setting that isn’t sexual. Then, you can ask him, but without the pressure of it being a date.”
“You think?” I ask, a little skeptical. “But where would that place be? In our bedroom at night? I mean, I don’t see him otherwise.”
Janine chews thoughtfully.
“Yeah, you’re right. Oh wait a minute, I know!” she exclaims. “Tucker is taking me to a party this weekend, so why don’t you and Jason come too?”
“I don’t know,” I groan, taking a bite of cupcake and letting the strawberry frosting melt on my tongue. “Doesn’t that count as a date? It might freak Jason out.”
“Not at all,” Janine dismisses. “The party is being hosted by a friend of theirs, this guy called Rich, so it’s a group setting. It’s not a date at all. It’s just a get-together.” I have to admit that my sister has a point because a random party doesn’t sound very date-like.
“Hmm,” I muse, nodding. “Yeah, that does sound like a good plan. But what about the age gap? What if people at the party think it’s weird? What if word somehow gets back to Mom and Dad?”
“Don’t even worry about it,” Janine replies, “I’ve been going loads of places with Tucker and no one cares. Besides, this party is going to be huge. There will be so many people there, no one’s going to notice a young woman talking to a forty-five-year-old man. Hell, so many guys date younger that it’s nothing. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are eighty-year-old geezers talking to fifteen-year-old innocent girls at this shindig.”
My eyes go wide.
“Are you serious?”
My sister laughs.
“No, there will be no fifteen-year-olds, or eighty-year-olds, for that matter. That’s too crazy, and I wouldn’t want to be at any party where that’s happening. But you guys should come because it’s the perfect setting for the two of you to finally have a real conversation.”
I think about it, and decide that my sister’s right.
“Okay,” I smile, suddenly a little shy. “I’ll ask Jason about it.”
“Actually,” Janine says, putting her hand on my arm, “don’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“It should be a surprise,” she grins. “Imagine: he’s not expecting to see you, and then you suddenly roll up looking incredibly sassy and beautiful. You’ll knock his socks off, and it’ll be great!”
“Yeah, but what if Jason doesn’t go?” I ask, concerned. “You didn’t sound sure that he was definitely going. You said probably.”
“Just leave it to me, Em,” Janine winks. “Trust me, I know exactly how to make this work.”
The thing is, I know I can count on my sister to pull this off because while Janine isn’t great with academics, she’s really talented when it comes to her social life.
“Okay,” I murmur. “Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.”
Janine nods and begins chattering about other subjects, from her friend Rhonda who just got a nose job for her eighteenth birthday, to her other friend, Daisy, who’s allegedly sleeping with our history teacher.
“Are you serious?” I ask with a wrinkled nose. “But Mr. Hemsworth is … I don’t know, just so ancient!”
We both crack up then, and my heart gives a leap because maybe lots of people are dating older … and maybe this thing with Jason could actually work.
8
Jason
I pull up to Rich’s mansion, adding my sedan to the other dozen or so cars already scattered in the circular driveway. The manor is a sight to behold. Even though I’ve been to Rich’s countless times over the years, the sheer size of his home with its grand entrance; sloping, manicured lawn; and tinkling fountain looks impressive against the backdrop of the night sky. This place must cost a fortune which can only me one thing: business must be good for my buddy.
Of course, I’m in the same boat. My law firm has been around twenty years now, but business has been booming recently, and I’ve been browsing on-line for some new real estate. Maybe in the near future, I could impress Emily with a mansion like this. Then I squint and frown. Would she even care? Would I be interested in a woman who fawns over stuff like this? The thought takes me by surprise because I don’t usually think of women with any kind of long-term perspective. I throw money, jewels, cash, and gifts at them, and usually, the ladies scoop it up with glee in their eyes. But something tells me that Emily would be different. Everything would be different in fact, so I shouldn’t be surprised at all.