Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
A hostess seats us, and I look at the menu as he sits across from me.
“I’ll have the oysters.” I smile, knowing he’s allergic.
Grayson orders the steak and looks back at me. “She’ll have the same,” he tells the waitress.
“Plus the oysters,” I add. The waitress nods and walks off. “Why did you kiss me?” I ask him.
“Lapse of judgment. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking.”
“Good. Don’t do it again. You have cooties.”
“Cooties?” he asks with a lift of his brow.
“Yes. You kissed trash, which in turn gives you cooties,” I inform him.
“I never kissed Destiny. My dick slid in and out of her, wrapped for protection, mind you, which she clearly forgot when she came into the club.”
“So, you had a vasectomy?” I ask.
“Yes, but you can never be too careful,” he answers like it should be obvious.
“So I take it you have had herpes or worse before?”
The waitress tries to hide her horror as she brings us our drinks.
Grayson waits until she leaves before he answers me, “Do you have a filter?”
“Do you have manners?” I bite back.
“No, I have not had a sexually transmitted disease. I get checked when I make the girls get checked. Speaking of—”
“I was checked regularly when I worked for Jake. And not that it’s any of your business, but I haven’t had the privilege of fucking anyone since I’ve been here because I’ve been too busy working.” It’s a sad fact that my job has been taking priority over my sex life lately. Hopefully that will all change if the guy I’ve been talking to on the dating app confirms our date for tonight.
His jaw grinds from side to side, and I just smile as my oysters are placed in front of me. I lift the first up and suck it out as our eyes remain locked.
“I bet you look like that when you suck cock,” he says. The poor waitress, she keeps on overhearing our not-suitable-for-public conversation. “You offered to suck my cock last night, do you remember?”
“I do not remember that, and I would never.” I move in my seat, fidgeting at the thought of his cock anywhere near me.
“You don’t like cock?” he asks.
“I do, very much so.” I smile.
“Just not my cock?”
“Listen, I can suck it right now.” I take another oyster and stare at him. “Oops, your loss,” I say as the waitress comes back, placing our steaks in front of us.
He smirks and shakes his head, knowing what game I’m playing. We sit in silence for a while and eat.
“You’re something else,” he says as I finish my steak. Grayson is only halfway through his dinner. I guess I was way hungrier than I thought.
“Why did you kiss me?” I ask him again.
“I don’t like you,” he adds, avoiding my question.
“Not the answer I am looking for.”
“It was a lapse of judgment like I said.”
“It wasn’t, but it’s cute that you think that. You want me, you can’t admit it, and even worse, you hate that I don’t want you.”
“If I wanted you, Avani, I would have you.” I can tell by the cocky expression he is showing me he’s so confident.
“Is that what you think?” I ask with a laugh. “I feel if I wanted you, I could have you.” I smile, relaxing back into my chair.
“You are a beautiful woman, despite being a bitch. I think you could have almost anyone.”
“I am not a bitch,” I reply and flick my hand in the air. “By the way you owe me my bag for this month. Can we go shopping after we’re done here so I can pick one out?”
“No.”
“Why?” I ask.
“We haven’t finished shopping for the club,” he informs me.
“After that?”
“You are like a child, you know that? You just don’t stop.”
My phone dings and I look down at it. Bingo, looks like I might be getting that date after all.
“I need to be home by six,” I say, meeting Grayson’s gaze.
“Why?”
I smile at his curiosity. Maybe I am a bitch.
“I have a date.” It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date. Actually, I can’t remember the last time someone took me out.
“You don’t date.”
“Now I do.” Reaching for my drink, I watch him over the rim of the glass.
“Cancel it,” he snaps.
“Nope, I’m excited. This one seems nice.”
“He wants to fuck you,” he says, his knife and fork now discarded.
“And that’s so bad because?” I ask, confused that he, out of all people, would think it’s a problem. “You fuck. In fact, you fucked my roommate. What is it now…a month ago?”
“You made me hard. I needed my cock wet and didn’t want to ask you.”
I spit my drink out at his words.
Did he really just say that?
“You…what?” I ask, stunned. He has quite literally shocked me into momentary silence.
“I didn’t stutter.”
I put my hands up. “That’s wrong on so many levels,” I say, shaking my head.