Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Gonna get your dick wet finally?”
He scoffs. “I meant a no-strings-attached kind of thing. Just having fun. Be completely up front with women without the pressure of what it means.”
“About time you let loose. You’ve been single way too long. So if and when we decide we want to bring someone back, we just text each other the phrase.”
“Okay, so what’s the code word?” Dylan asks.
I contemplate for a moment before thinking of the perfect one.
“I’ve got it: Cowgirl—after my favorite position.” I flash him a smug grin as he thinks it over.
“Reverse cowgirl.” He shakes his head, laughing at me, but reluctantly agrees anyway. “You’re such a dirty bastard.”
I pop the cork on the champagne bottle and pour us both a glass before handing him one. “C’mon, you know you’re dying to find a girl to ride you bareback like a stallion!” I slap a hand on his shoulder just as he tips the flute back, and he nearly chokes on the liquid.
“Well, if someone catches a glimpse of our phones, at least they’d have no idea what the hell we’re talking about.” Dylan takes another swig from his glass.
“And that’s why we’re friends,” I tell him, clinking the edge of my glass against his. “Now, let’s go have some damn fun and show Florida how cowboys really party.”
“Okay, but first…” He tilts his head back and finishes off his champagne. “…let’s go shopping and find some different clothes,” Dylan suggests.
I look at my Levi’s and boots. “Yeah, good idea.” I smile then take the final sip of my drink. “Then we show them how to party!”
CHAPTER FOUR
RIVER
I can’t believe I’m really doing this.
After begging my supervisor, she put in the request for my time off and made sure our boss approved it. She knows I’m a hard worker and work nonstop, and after giving her the sob story of Asshole, she sympathized, having had her own experience with a married man. God, the men here just suck.
Not that I’m expecting the men in Florida to be any different because let’s face it, downtown Key West is party city. But at least now, I have zero expectations. Don’t get too close. Have fun. No rules.
Yep. That’s going to be my life for the next two weeks.
And I couldn’t be more excited and nervous about it. The last time I ever did anything spontaneous was back in my sophomore year in college when I ran through the commons area topless in the middle of January. My nipples nearly froze off, but it was for some club I was in. We were protesting something, but I can’t even remember what it was now. So obviously, I lived it up during my college years.
Actually, I studied nonstop. Nursing school is no joke and definitely not for the weak. I almost quit five times, but I wouldn’t let it defeat me. More determined than ever, I graduated with honors with a 3.8 GPA.
I smiled as I boarded the plane, feeling brave for taking this step. Thankfully, it was a direct flight from Milwaukee to the Key West International Airport. Natalie and Adam left yesterday, but all the airlines were booked, so I had to fly out the next day. I didn’t mind though, because I planned to read during the flight anyway.
“Going for business or pleasure?” a deep male voice asks next to me.
Blinking, I look up and see a man sitting next to me who I hadn’t even realized was there. I had taken my seat by the window first and buried myself in my book right away. He was dressed in a sharp, black suit and looked to be a tad older than me.
“Um, I’m going for a vacation. So pleasure, I guess.” I flash a small smile. “You?”
He brushes his fingers over his black tie. “Business.” He confirms my thoughts, his attire giving it away.
“Well, maybe you’ll get a few moments to enjoy the beaches. I hear they’re amazing,” I say, making small talk because I’m not really sure what else to say. I spend my days with children and hard-ass doctors, so I almost feel rusty when it comes to communicating with people outside of my job.
“Yeah, not a lot of time for beaches on work trips.” He smiles wide, showing off his perfectly white teeth.
“Oh, that’s a bummer.”
“Well, I might be able to squeeze in some extracurricular activities…if you’re interested.” His voice goes silky smooth, yet his tone makes me shudder. Then he winks, sealing his offer.
Is he seriously hitting on me right now?
“No thanks,” I blurt out, uncomfortably. “I’m meeting a couple friends there, and we’ll be busy.” I flash a weak smile that I hope gives him a hint.
He digs into his pocket, making me wonder what the hell he’s up to next. Pulling out a business card, he flicks it at me and smiles. “Well, if you change your mind and have some extra time, hit me up.”