Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
*****
Jinx
On the silent ride back to the hotel, the strange have-fun-kick-ass attitude that had washed over me back at the party disappeared just as suddenly as it hit me. What the hell? I clearly remembered being lured into the cocksucking competition, but things got a bit fuzzy after that. No, not fuzzy. Things got crystal clear and fucking awesome after that…right up until the new bodyguard showed up. He’d been a buzzkill if there ever was one. Hell, my ass was still on fire from where he’d slapped me. Manhandled me. Humiliated me. In a few short minutes, he’d turned my head inside out and upside down.
So, best I could determine, I was somewhere on a fifty percent hate scale with Landon. Shit, had I called him Lando? Why would I do that? That was stupid. Fuck, I was stupid. In the morning meeting with my parents and Sammie, he’d made me feel…worth something. The guy didn’t even know me, but he’d been willing to work for free in order to offer protection my own father wasn’t willing to pay for. When he’d first walked into the meeting, I’d been enraptured by his raw masculinity. He’d been all muscles, tattoos, and lethal grace. When he’d made that offer, I’d found myself willing to do anything to impress him the way he’d impressed me.
To be honest, I’d gone into the meeting—after a lengthy conversation with my father about how overly protective my mother was being about the ‘silly’ threats—ready to reject Sammie’s services. Not only was my father a greedy manager, but he hated Samantha—always had and always would. In an attempt to maintain some semblance of peace on the home front, I’d been willing to offer my thanks to my godmother, calm my mother down and reassure her there was nothing to worry about, and send the supposed ‘best of the best’ bodyguard on his way.
One look at him and I’d been on the fence with my rejection. When he’d opened his mouth, I’d toppled straight over the fence and landed on fluffy clouds. No, I wasn’t gay. At least, I didn’t think I was gay. I slept with girls and enjoyed it. I was surrounded by some of the most beautiful men on the planet, and I’d never wanted one of them—not in a sexual way. That didn’t mean that when I’d been blowing the dildo, I hadn’t been imagining it was Landon’s cock my lips were hugging.
Now…where in the hell did those thoughts or images come from? Didn’t know where they’d come from, nor did I care. They were there and I was intent on exploring them. You know, if he would forgive me for tonight’s disappearing act.
Who was I kidding? Of course, he would. Everybody always did. I might not enjoy modeling, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t capable of using my looks to my advantage to get what I wanted. Nosiree, it didn’t. I would have him eating out of the palm of my hand before morning.
We’d played the quiet game long enough. Since my legendary pouty lips weren’t knocking down his defenses, I’d have to try another angle. “So, I hope you didn’t scare Trevor too badly. He’s a real nervous kid—doesn’t have many friends and gets bullied a lot.”
He didn’t even look up from his cell phone tapping. “Is that why you use him the way you do? Because he doesn’t have anybody else or do you use the bullying tactic? Tell me, I’m dying to know,” he answered dryly, his voice laced in disgust.
Okaaayyy. Maybe this was going to be a bit harder than I thought. I didn’t use Trevor. I was Trevor’s only fucking friend. I opened my mouth to blast him when a harsh reality washed over me…I used Trevor. Fuck. I really did.
I huffed out a breath and slammed my back against the expensive leather of the limousine. Damnit, he used my own driver to hunt me down.
After a few minutes of him completely ignoring me, I said, “Wow, that was some crazy party, right? That group is crazy. I don’t usually go, but Pierce begged me to. Sorry about the mix-up.”
In that same bored tone, he said, “Yes, you do go to those parties quite often. I don’t know and don’t care who Pierce is. I agree the group is crazy, but probably not the same way you are describing them.” He finally turned to look at me. “And you aren’t sorry about the mix-up.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “Clearly, lying is okay with you…not so much with me, but I’d venture a guess that we’re different on a lot of levels. No worries. You’ll have a new bodyguard from the agency before the end of the day tomorrow. I don’t waste my time on people who don’t deserve it.”