Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Hmmm. The reality of getting you away for a weekend that doesn’t involve textbooks? I’m skeptical. But a girl can dream. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? The debauchery sky’s the limit—I’m in.”
I laughed again. Abby and I had met on a roommate search site when I had first moved to DC and not only hit it off as roommates but had become best friends as well. She was funny and sweet and just slightly outrageous when she wanted to be. She was good for me. I considered her my third sister.
“I’m sure you are,” I said. “Speaking of which, there’s another conference at this hotel. You’ll never guess what it’s for.”
“What? Do tell.”
I looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening in on my call and then mentally shook my head at myself. This was Vegas; no one was going to blink when I said the word porn. Still, I whispered, “A porn convention.”
Abby let out a loud guffaw. “Oh my God, Grace, you’ve gotta get me some autographs. Please!”
“What? Whose autograph do you want exactly?”
“No one in particular. I just want to be able to say a porn star wrote a note to me.”
I let out a short laugh. “Actually, I ran into one in the hotel lobby. Literally. He was a total ass.”
“Why? What’d he say to you?”
“Ugh. Just made some disgusting suggestive comments and then gave me a look that made me want to take a shower.” A cold shower. But she didn’t need to know that, and I was trying to forget.
Abby laughed. “Was he a greasy-looking Ron Jeremy type?”
I paused. “Actually, no, he was a jerk, for sure, but, well”—I lowered my voice to a whisper—“he was hot. I actually didn’t know porn stars were hot. I guess I figured if you were doing a job like that… I don’t even know what I thought. But he is not what I pictured a porn star to look like.”
“Why, Grace, I do believe you’re blushing.”
“Oh, shut up, you can’t even see me.”
“I know you, girl, you’re blushing. Now get off this phone and go find you some hot porn star. I bet he could teach you some new tricks up in your hotel room tonight.”
I groaned. “Oh God, no, Abby. I wouldn’t touch a porn star with a borrowed body. Especially one as cocky as him.”
“You’re no fun.”
“When it comes to porn stars, no, I’m not.” I laughed. “Seriously, you doing okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Brian’s coming over in a little bit and we’re gonna see how sexy we can get using nothing except our privates and our feet—the only places I’m not covered in rash.”
I laughed out loud. “Oh God, did I need that visual? Okay, have fun. I’ll see you Sunday, okay?”
I heard the grin in her voice as she said, “Okay, babe, talk tomorrow.”
“Bye, Abs,” I said, still smiling as I hung up the phone.
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I spent a couple hours at the pool, finishing my studying and taking notes so that I could review them on the plane home. Even though I was doing schoolwork, just sitting out in this gorgeous location, sipping a frozen cocktail, felt decadent. I never did things like this. I had been pushing myself like crazy for the last five years and I barely had time to breathe, much less sit by a pool for an afternoon. First, I had had my head in a book for four years through college, pushing myself to graduate magna cum laude and earn a scholarship to one of the top law schools on my list. Once that was accomplished and I had started at Georgetown, I began pushing myself yet again—only this time it was because my goal was to graduate in two years, take and pass the bar on my first try, and be recruited into a top law firm in Washington, DC. It was The Plan. I’d always had a plan, and I never strayed from it. Never. And once I achieved one, I moved on to the next.
As I lounged, my damn mind drifted to Carson Stinger, Straight Male Performer, several times. It still irked and confused me that he had frazzled me so much. And in only about two minutes! What was that about anyway? No one frazzled me. I was un-frazzle-able. I was frazzle-less. I prided myself on being cool, calm, and collected. And suddenly, a porn star who looked at me lasciviously had me stuttering and stammering and running for safety? It was beyond irritating. And the further fact that he had turned me on was completely maddening. Seriously, Grace, is that how desperate you are? That a good-looking porn star whispers a few allusive sentences to you and your panties are wet? God! I lay back on my lounge chair, crossing my arms, frowning and squinting up into the blue Nevada sky. After minute, I shoved my sunglasses on my face, and closed my eyes, forcing my mind to go over the material I’d studied.