Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I stare at her.
“Really? Like what?”
“Oh, I can’t say,” my friend says in an airy voice. “You’d be shocked though. But anyways, back to my point. I totally agree that older men are the way to go because you know that Travis is in his forties, right? But he’s incredibly virile, and an animal in bed. I swear, sometimes when I visit him in San Francisco, we don’t leave his bedroom for the entire weekend. And then you know I fly back to NYC and I’m sore and achy just from the workout he's put me through.”
I nod, eyes wide.
“Wow. Just wow.”
“But you should get your own older man,” Halsey hints, smiling a bit. “I mean, how about Curtis? I’ve seen you looking at him.”
I squeal then, throwing a pillow at her.
“Are you serious? He’s your stepdad, and he’s so old!”
“He’s not old,” my friend protests. “He’s probably thirty-five? Thirty-six? You know my mom is a lot older than Curtis, but he’s definitely learned his lesson since. I think these days, he likes them young. Real young, like he’s a pendulum swinging in the other direction,” she says emphatically.
“How young?” I breathe, my heart beginning to race. After all, I’ve only met Curtis Salomon once before, but he was incredibly gorgeous. He helped Halsey move in at the beginning of the school year, and the man is built. He’s got broad shoulders, a wide, sculpted chest, and arms so thick with muscle that he lifted her boxes as if they weighed nothing. Plus, I snuck a look at his package and it was enormous under the stiff denim of his jeans. If he’s that size while flaccid, then I can only imagine what he’s like aroused. Mmm, it’s sure to be wonderful.
But still, this is Halsey’s stepfather, and not only that, but Curtis is hosting us for Thanksgiving. I can’t be having these naughty thoughts about a man who’s clearly off limits! Yet my friend won’t let up.
“My stepdad likes them young,” she repeats again. “I don’t know what age exactly, but I’d say maybe like us.”
“Like us?” I squeal. “Hals, we’re nineteen! We’re sophomores! OMG, your stepdad is dating college girls?”
She winks.
“I don’t know if the women he dates are exactly ‘educated,’” she says in a droll tone. “So at least you have brains on them. But you never know,” she says in a mysterious voice. “This could be a fun vacation, right? I’d love for you to start dating my stepdad, girl. I think you could be good for each other, and it would get Curtis away from those hos he usually goes out with. Ugh, one more bottle of spray tan and I’m going to retch,” she announces with a twist to her mouth. “I mean, really? Those Bratz dolls he calls his ‘girlfriends’ look like bronzed witches, and that is not a good thing.”
I giggle but my heart’s racing because I can’t believe my buddy is talking like this. She thinks that me and Curtis could potentially be a match? It sounds wrong, but my thighs clench together as my pulse races because I’d love to sample the older man if given the chance. I know it’s bad, but maybe something will happen this Thanksgiving. That is, if I ever work up the courage to say more than “hi” and “bye.” Meanwhile, my buddy seems completely oblivious to my delight.
“Ready?” my blonde friend asks with a wicked smile, already dragging her suitcase towards the door. “You’ll see. The next few days are going to be fun, girlfriend. Just let your hair down and relax.”
With that, I nod and follow her to the door, my own bag on my shoulder. But my cheeks are slightly flushed and the space between my thighs tingles because maybe this will be more than just your usual turkey celebration. Maybe something will happen between me and Curt Salomon, although exactly how or what, I have no idea. Still, I’m looking forward to it and smile with images of the handsome man dancing in my head.
CHAPTER 2
Annie
“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” Curt greets as he opens the door to his apartment. We’re in a huge tower in the middle of Manhattan, and it’s nice, if not overly fancy. The doorman recognized Halsey when we arrived, and let us up immediately. The entire time in the elevator, my heart was pounding because soon, I’d lay eyes on Curtis Salomon himself.
And the moment he opened the door, the breath caught in my chest because true life is just as good as my fantasies. He’s tall, about six three or so, and his night-black hair almost brushes the door frame. Those blue eyes are a piercing azure color, and his male features are sculpted yet sensuous at once.
But it’s the body that really gets me because Curtis works out a lot, that much is clear. He’s got broad shoulders, a wide chest, and powerful arms that pick Halsey up like she weighs nothing and spins her around when she greets him.