Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Are you judging me?”
“I would never,” he said. “I’m just envisioning things.”
“Well, yes. I have lots and lots of experience.”
“Maybe you can teach me some things then.”
“How? Are you a virgin?”
“Do I look like one?” The look on his face confirmed that he was far from that.
Thankfully, a server appeared to refill my wine, and seconds later, the staff served the first course.
William relaxed his grip on my thigh, and we devoured our food in a comfortable silence. (And by “comfortable,” I mean “impossibly difficult,” because I was pretty sure he was licking his lips in a certain way, between slow sips, on purpose.)
“Something wrong?” he asked in the middle of the third course.
“Yes.” I stood up, pushing my chair to the table. “I need to step outside before they serve the next course.”
“Now?”
I rushed outside without giving him an answer.
Take a Ride with Me
Chloe
Seattle, Washington
I can’t breathe.
I gripped the railing as sheets of light rain fell over me.
I needed a break from William’s assortment of heated gazes over dinner. His eyes practically said, “Are you still wet for me?” “When are you going to let me fuck you?” and “Do you really think you’re not coming home with me tonight?” whenever they met mine.
My panties were soaked beyond saving at this point, and I’d given up on any attempts to make lighthearted conversation with him. Nothing could dissipate the thick tension between us.
The door opened behind me, but I didn’t need to turn around to see that it was him. His heavy footsteps hit the damp concrete, and he moved behind me—holding an umbrella over my head.
He said nothing for several seconds, and I couldn’t help inhaling his sexy scent.
“Is there something particular you’re looking for out here?” he asked.
“The next thing on my scavenger hunt.” I lied. I’d long figured out what was next.
He used his free hand to grip my waist and spin me around.
“What’s the hint?”
“Dance your stilettos away under the night sky, someplace where the rain won’t be a pain,” I said. “It’s the next to last one until tomorrow.”
“Sounds like your friends are sending you to a nightclub.”
“I believe they are.”
“Hmmm. And the last one for tonight?”
A perfect addition to your collection of one-handed reads, until you find a guy who can satisfy your needs.
I blushed at the thought of it. “It’s private.”
“From what I saw, it’s some sort of sex toy. Although, for someone who has so much casual sex, I’m not sure why you’d need that.”
I gasped. “You read my list?”
“I did.” He smiled, gently squeezing my waist. “I was intrigued.”
“You know what? I think you’re standing a little too close to me right now.”
“Then tell me to move.”
I didn’t say a word.
All I could do was stare at him.
Under the Needle’s neon lights, he now looked like someone I’d seen before, but I couldn’t place where.
Where do I know you from?
“You’re a fucking vision, Chloe,” he said, derailing that train of thought. He trailed a finger against the swell of my breasts as the staff stepped onto the landing.
Setting up a table and chairs, they secured a massive canopy over it. Next, they arranged a fresh bottle of wine and four covered plates.
“The final courses are now served.” The chef pulled out a chair and looked at me. “Miss?”
William escorted me to my seat, and I waited until he was settled before picking up my fork.
“I’d like to skip the club stop on your list,” he said. “If possible.”
“Not good at dancing?”
“I’m great at dancing.”
“Then what’s the reason?” I raised my eyebrow.
“It’s a long story,” he said, looking slightly wistful for the first time tonight.
I stuffed a mini meatball into my mouth. I had no interest in going to a club either.
My night was fine without it.
“If we skip it, you’ll have to make it up to me somehow,” I said.
“I’m more than happy to do that.”
“In that case, that leaves whatever you wanted to do for your birthday. Want to go on one of those midnight city tours?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’d rather do something reckless that I can’t do back at home. Nothing typical or birthday-like.”
I tapped my foot under the table. There was a certain something I wanted to do every year, but Madison and Kristin were far too professional (and far too scared) to ever consider it. No matter how “epic” I said it would be, they turned me down.
“Want to smoke weed and ride The Great Wheel?” I asked.
“Come again?”
“Since I have the worst boss in the world, I have to smoke weed now and then to deal with her, so…” I opened my purse and showed him six tightly rolled joints and blunts. Then I pointed to the Ferris wheel that anchored the pier.
“We should smoke all these and take a ride,” I said. “After that, if there’s time, I’ll use a spare key to my friend’s ice cream shop for a final dessert, and we’ll call it a night.”