Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I was making a point, too, and I wouldn’t be swayed by amazing sex or the promise of orgasms.
So, instead, I bit deeper into the donut, purposefully making the Bavarian cream ooze out near the corner of my mouth. A groan rumbled in his chest as I slowly, seductively, licked the dollop of cream away in a very suggestive manner, distracting him from the ridiculous conversation, and also feeling his dick hardening against me.
“Go to work, Caleb,” I said huskily. Before I take you up on your offer. “I have schoolwork to get done.”
He reluctantly pushed away and straightened, desire still darkening his eyes. “Fine, but we’ll talk later.”
I had no doubt that we would.
CHAPTER NINE
Stevie
I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon writing a paper for my business communication class and also studying for my upcoming macroeconomics test. I wasn’t one of those students that retained information easily, so it took immense concentration and time to truly comprehend what I was reading. I was more about learning from practical application, and there was no hands-on experience for macroeconomics. It was just dry, boring statistics that made my eyes glaze over.
I was down to my hardest college classes, and so close to obtaining my marketing degree so I could switch my internship at Dare PR for a full-time salaried position. As exhausting as it had been to juggle school, waitressing at The Back Door, and interning at Dare PR, there was definitely a light at the end of the tunnel and I couldn’t wait to get there. But first, I had to get through my final exams coming up, which meant more studying. Ugh.
My shift at the bar tonight started at five, and after texting Raven to see if I could talk to her beforehand, I wrapped up my studies and changed into my uniform—a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with The Back Door logo across the chest. I put my hair up into a ponytail, told Valerie I was heading out, and took the subway to the restaurant which was a much shorter ride from The Cortland than it took me from my old apartment.
I arrived with twenty minutes to spare before I had to clock in.
Admittedly, I was nervous about my upcoming conversation with Raven, for a few reasons. One, she was my best friend and I had to come clean about my night with her brother. Two, I had to explain how I’d become his fake girlfriend. And three, that I needed time off from work in order to fulfill that role.
My stomach twisted with anxiety as I walked into the bar from the back door—hence the name The Back Door—and headed toward where the office was located, which was where Raven usually was these days. She’d once worked the bar like me, but Remy preferred her doing the administrative part of the job now that they were married, and she seemed to enjoy it, as well.
Reaching the office, I knocked on the closed door, steeling myself for the discussion ahead.
“Go away,” I heard Remy say, his voice gruff and annoyed.
“Come in,” Raven said in a more breathless tone at the same time.
Since I’d asked for this meeting with Raven and figured she was expecting me, I followed her lead and opened the door. As I entered, I quickly realized why Remy hadn’t wanted any interruptions. He was sitting behind the desk, with Raven on his lap, his hands just beneath the hem of her T-shirt and her face a little flushed. I was grateful that I hadn’t walked in on something more risqué.
This wasn’t the first time I’d caught them in a near-compromising position considering they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and since I had a great relationship with both of them, I didn’t hesitate to lighten the moment.
“Oh, my God, you two. Get a room,” I teased.
Remy grinned unrepentantly at me, still keeping Raven on his lap, who was biting her lower lip in embarrassment. “Last time I checked, this was a room,” he retorted.
“Then next time, lock the damn door,” I shot back cheekily.
He chuckled. “Noted.” His gaze slid to the clock on the wall, then back to me. “Aren’t you early for your shift?”
I nodded. “Yes, but I texted Raven and told her I needed to talk to her before my shift started.”
“Uh, yes, she did,” Raven clarified, still flustered. She slid off his thighs, and Remy reluctantly let her go. “Obviously, I got a little distracted.”
“Doesn’t take much, sweetheart,” Remy said affectionately, and stood up.
I glanced away, not wanting to risk seeing just how much that distraction had affected him.
“We’ll pick this up later,” he said, and kissed Raven before heading out the door, closing it shut behind him.
“Good Lord, that man is so freaking full of himself,” she said, laughing as she straightened her T-shirt and smoothed a hand over her slightly disheveled hair. “I’m so sorry about that.”