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)
“’Scuse me, ma’am?” I hear the Southern accent and immediately feel the hairs on my neck rise.
I chew as quickly as I can and swallow it down, nearly choking when I try to speak. “Uh, yes?”
Up close, he’s even bigger looking. Well over six feet tall, and I can almost see his ab muscles through his shirt.
“I was wonderin’ if you could help settle an argument between my friend and me?”
I blink up at him, mouth gaping open. “Sure.” I clear my throat, realizing what he’s doing. I’ve heard dozens of pickup lines start just like this. It usually ends up being something super cheesy. By the smirk on his face, I’m almost willing to bet him and his friend are arguing about how pretty I am and want me to say which one I’d go on a date with.
“Well, my friend over there said there was no way you’d find me good-lookin’. I told him there’s no way you’d be able to resist my Southern charm and undeniably sexy abs, so since we can’t seem to agree, I figured I’d come right to the source and ask myself.” He stares intently at me for a moment, licking his lower lip before he sucks it in briefly as I remain dumbfounded. “So whaddaya think? Is he right?” He gives me one of those smug, I-think-I’m-God’s-gift-to-women winks before showing a slight preview of the abs he felt so inclined to mention.
Natalie snorts in the background, laughing while covering her mouth with her hand. Adam’s grinning and shaking his head as if he’s thinking, poor bastard.
“Hm…” I decide to play along, tilting my body around him to get a look at his friend. Dark hair, light eyes, and I can tell he’s muscular too. When our eyes meet, he tips his head at me with a wide grin. Then I direct my eyes to the guy in front of me and act like I’m giving it serious thought. Clearing my throat, I gaze my eyes back up to his with a confidence smile. “Tell him I’ve seen better.”
Natalie can’t contain herself anymore and totally loses it. His friend overhears my response and starts laughing.
“Damn. That hurts,” he teases, placing a hand on his chest. The corner of his lips tilts up into a small grin.
“Sorry, but I’m sure there’s plenty of ladies around here that’d be happy to mend those wounds.” I wrinkle my nose at him to soften the blow. He bows his head down, slouches his shoulders, and begins to slowly walk away back to his friend.
“You think I’m attractive, though, right?” the friend shouts from his table, and the blond guy punches him in the arm to silence him.
“Jesus, they’re relentless,” I mutter so only Natalie and Adam can hear.
“Oh, c’mon! Give ’em a bone,” she quips.
I roll my eyes at her in response and pop a piece of fruit in my mouth.
“You know the only way to get over a guy is to get under another one,” she teases, her voice carrying throughout the entire room.
I nearly choke on a grape and almost have to give myself the Heimlich.
“Natalie!” I whisper-shout. “Swear to God, I can’t take you anywhere.”
Adam’s smiling and trying to hide his laughter behind a forkful of food.
“This is your fault.” I point my finger at him. “You just let her roam around free without any kind of restrictions or muzzle.”
“Don’t look at me,” he defends. “You knew her before I did, which means you let her be this way long before I came around.”
I chuckle in defeat.
“What happened to having fun on this vacation?” Natalie ignores us and changes the subject. “Those were some cute Southern guys who wanted to show you how to ride their mechanical bull. I bet you can last all eight seconds even.”
Choking again, I give up and put my fork down. “I’ve gotta stop eating around you. I never know what will come out of your unfiltered mouth.”
“I bet he’s hung like a horse, too,” she states dreamily, looking past us toward their table.
“And I bet if you asked nicely, they’d even let you ride them bareback.” Adam adds fuel to the fire, getting another laugh out of Natalie.
“You two suck,” I say, pointing my fork at them.
My eyes land on a woman walking in our direction. She’s all legs, long dark hair, and tan. She’s a dark-haired Barbie, wearing one of those teeny bikini tops as a shirt with a pair of booty shorts, though the word “shorts” is questionable since I’m pretty certain her ass cheeks are hanging out. She rounds our table and heads directly for the two Southern men.
“Howdy,” the blond says, looking up at her with bright eyes.
“So last night was fun,” she tells him, her voice all high-pitched and annoying. The guy nods in agreement as his eyes scan up and down her body. “Call me if you want to do it again.” She reaches into her back pocket to grab a piece of paper and hands it over to him.