Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Oh, I am all over it.” I laugh.
He sighs. “They always go to you first. Tell me was she as hot as I remember? Just say yes, I want to preserve the image for when I stroke one out later.”
I roll my eyes. "Nice. Firstly, you know as well as I do that you can’t remember anything past those tequila shot’s, let alone what she looks like, and yes she is seriously fucking tidy mate. I had a hard on just talking to her… about shares." I add.
"Well shit, makes the office more interesting I suppose. Can I assume that she is the reason for your sudden 'need'."
I nod. "She's so hot. I give her game and she just throws it right back in my face." I drag my hands through my hair.
"You always did like a challenge." He laughs and takes a swig of his beer. “Don’t complain now.”
"I'm going to fuck her." I say resolved. I had thought about this all afternoon and decided that there is no way I can just turn a blind eye to the storm that is Lilly Parker. Hugo laughs. I shove him hard and he almost drops his beer.
"Sorry bud..." He's still grinning. "…but seriously, she's a solicitor. She's not the standard smoking hot, yet endearingly unintelligent we usually end up with." He shakes his head.
"Don't mistake me for you."
He laughs. "Seriously though, she'll want a ‘nice guy’, not an arsehole like you." He slaps my shoulder.
"Oh, trust me, she wanted it." I say confidently. "Like I said, the girl's got game. She may look all prim and proper, but there is nothing nice about that girl. Under the surface I’d bet she is down-right nasty." I smile at Hugo’s small groan.
"Of course she wants it dick head." He rolls his eyes as though this is a given, which of course it is. "But never in a million years will a girl like that sleep with you. Like I said, she's not stupid, she'll spot you a mile off. She might play you a bit, but she won't fuck you. I think your cock might have to take up residence elsewhere mate." It's a challenge that I’m all too happy to accept.
"Hugo... when have I ever let you down?" I grin wickedly at him.
He laughs. "Never mate, never."
We drink beers and talk about general shit. I catch the eye of a girl stood at the bar. She's hot in the filthiest kind of way. She has tattoo sleeves down her lean arms and a lip piercing. Her long bleached blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She's wearing a tank top and a skirt that could be mistaken for a belt, revealing long toned legs. She winks at me from across the bar.
"She looks like a girl who knows how to have a good time." Hugo snorts.
"Hmmm, normally I'd pass, but right now..." I beckon her over.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you go for that type." He shakes his head.
“You mean your type.” I smirk.
"I don’t have a type. I don’t discriminate when it comes to pussy.” I laugh because it is very true, Hugo really isn’t fussy. “Just bag it up mate." Hugo chuckles and sips his beer casually.
I laugh. "I think I might need two."
The girl approaches and drops into my lap. "You're really fucking hot." She says matter-of-factly. Yeah, she’s drunk.
"Yeah? How about you come back to my place and show me exactly how hot I am." I smile at her.
She smiles widely. "Sure thing."
Chapter 4 – Lilly
I arrive home from work at eight and flop down on the sofa. The soothing tones of Kina Grannis drift from the sound system in the corner. That was a horrible day. Josh quizzed me all day about my strange exchange with Ellis, he’s convinced that I already know him and am being coy about it. Which of course is not exactly the case, but I admit it was an odd exchange.
“Spaghetti Bolognese okay?” Molly asks as she passes me on the sofa, heading for the kitchen.
“Great. Thanks.” I follow her into the kitchen and lean against the side. Molly tends to do all the cooking around here. She knows that left to our own devices George and I would probably die of starvation. George's hopeless and I’ll admit that I’m just hideously lazy and can quite easily live on Haribo, my absolute favourite food, and yes it does count.
“Oh, how did your meeting go today?” I ask her. She moves around the kitchen retrieving various pans and ingredients.
“It was great. They managed to sign some huge designer to the magazine.” I laugh at her sarcastic tone. “How about you?” She asks.
“Um, yeah good I think.” I try to sound off hand about it, but his face pops unbidden into my mind and my heart rate instantly picks up. Dear god, just the thought of him turns me on. Anyone would think I hadn't had sex in months! I'm acting like some sex deprived maniac.