Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
God, her periods must be bad if she’s got to go stay with a friend when she gets it. Oh well, not my business.
I walk to the back with her and help clean up the kitchen. Once we’re finished, we close the register, lock up the back, and go upstairs to my apartment to get ready.
“God, I would love a place like this,” Gwen says when she walks in.
“I’m actually hoping I can get a new place soon. This just isn’t as isolated as I wanted. Hey, maybe if it works out you can rent it. You live with your brother, right?”
“Oh my God, that would be amazing! I would love to have a place of my own. The way he hovers over me is ridiculous.”
“Well, I’ll keep that in mind if I decide to move.” I go over to my closet and start flipping through clothes. I look over and see Gwen stripping down, clearly not shy about her body. I wouldn’t be either if I had her figure. Big perky boobs with a slim body; who would want to cover that up? Hell, I’d probably run around naked if I were her. “What did you bring to wear?”
“I wanted to go with something fun so I brought my leather pants and spiked heels. I’ve got two shirts, but I don’t know which one to wear.”
“I’ll probably just wear a dress,” I say, going through my rack of clothes. “I’m so short most pants are too long. Which one do you think?” I pull out two dresses, one navy and one dark purple.
“Oh, the navy would look great with your hair,” Gwen says, standing there naked and holding up two shirts. “Should I go with the crop top to show off my belly, or with the tank top to show off my tits?”
I can’t help giggling, thinking she’s really wanting to get wild tonight. I bet her brother doesn’t even know she’s going out. “Go with the stomach. If mine was flat I don’t think I’d ever wear a whole shirt again. I would just cut the bottoms off all of them.”
“Are you kidding me? I’d kill for your curves. Men love a woman they can hold on to. Meanwhile, I have zero ass and chicken legs.”
I just shake my head, smiling. “I guess we all want what we don’t have.”
I go to the bathroom, choosing to be a bit more modest. My navy dress is perfect for a cool fall night. It has a cowl neck and hangs off one shoulder, showing off my neck and collarbone. It clings to my body and comes down to about mid-thigh. I’ve got knee-high dark brown boots to wear with it, so it’s comfortable, but I still feel cute.
Thankfully, my curly red hair is somewhat manageable today and hangs down my back without looking ratty. I apply a little make-up, thinking I might as well go all out and put on bright red lipstick.
Once I’m finished I step out of the bathroom, and Gwen whistles at me. I feel my face heat, and I’m sure my cheeks are as red as my hair.
“Thanks,” I manage to mumble as I look Gwen up and down. She straightened her blonde locks and put on some heavy eye make-up. Her cropped shirt reads ‘I Love Dracula’ across the chest, and her black leather pants fit her like a second skin. She’s got on a pair of blood red spiky heels that I would kill myself in, but she looks like a rock star in them. “Damn, girl. You’re smoking hot!”
“Thanks, chica. I doubt I’ll find the one tonight, but it can’t hurt to try.”
“The one? You mean you’re looking for a husband?”
“Something like that.” She winks at me, grabbing her clutch off my bed. “You ready?”
We choose to walk to the closest bar so we don’t have to drive. We head out the front door and walk about a block to the Wolf’s Den.
Gwen seems to have a bounce in her step, and I look over at her and see her beaming.
“Are you excited about going to the Wolf’s Den?” I ask.
She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder and giggles. “Oh girl, you have no idea. You’re going to love it.”
“Have you been there a lot?”
“No, my brother would kill me if he knew I was going here tonight.”
I smile, already having that suspicion. “Then why do you think I’ll love it?” I ask as we get to the front door of the bar.
Gwen reaches over, grabbing the handle and opening the door for me. “Just trust me. You’ll have a good time.”
* * *
“Have a good night,” I say for the fifth time in a row. As soon as we walked in, Gwen sat me down at the bar and told me she was going to shoot pool. I can see her from here, and she waves over at me every now and then before going back to her game with a few guys. I thought this was supposed to be a girls’ night, but instead I’m kind of on my own. I say ‘kind of’ because every minute since I’ve been here, men have been coming up to say hello. I’m surprised at the attention, but I’m even more surprised at how fast they get up and leave when I tell them I own the bakery.