Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“What the hell is this?” I couldn’t help asking.
“Strip poker,” the glassy-eyed woman next to Kage told me, scrunching up even closer to him to make room. “Wanna join in?”
“No, thank you.” I glared at Kage, who had apparently lost everything but his boxers and his socks. “You. Get your clothes on and let’s go home.”
It was irrational of me to be so angry. Kage was a grown man, and he could get drunk and play strip poker if he damn well pleased. I knew it, and still I was acting like a pissed-off father.
Or boyfriend.
Kage just looked up at me through slitted eyes and grinned. I’d never seen him like that, and I had to wonder how much alcohol a guy his size would have had to consume to be that smashed.
“Why would you do this to yourself?” I asked rhetorically, as I searched for his clothes. I grabbed his shirt and shorts off of the sofa behind him, and his sneakers from beneath the coffee table. “Come on. I tucked his clothes under my arm and reached down with the other arm to help him up. Thankfully, he accepted my help and staggered to his feet.
“Thank you for coming,” he slurred, draping his big body over me, his arms around my neck. I thought we’d both topple over, but I managed to remain standing long enough to get him to step into his shorts, trying to ignore the subtle dangling movement behind his boxers.
“Don’t worry about the shirt and shoes,” I told him. “Let’s just get out of here.”
The woman who had been sitting beside him threw me a pouty look. “You taking my sexy fighter? He was supposed to stay here tonight. He promised he’d show me how to wrestle.”
I laughed humorlessly in her direction. “He’s not gonna be showing anybody anything tonight.”
I slammed out of the room with Kage still draped over me, but now he’d moved around to the side and had one arm around my shoulders. It was breaking my heart to see him so out of control, for more reasons than one. I could barely even look at him.
I took him to my room, because I couldn’t locate his key card in his pants, and he couldn’t seem tell me where it was. Hopefully, no one from the party would find it and break into his penthouse. That was too much of a disaster to contemplate.
“Go lie down on the bed,” I told him as I went to the kitchen to fix him some water. If there was one thing I knew about hangovers, it was that water was the best way to avoid them. Fortunately, the refrigerator was stocked with bottles of filtered water. The last thing I needed was for Kage to start a drunken tirade about the horrors of drinking tap water.
“Ooh, someone’s been a bad, bad, bad boy,” Kage slurred from the bed, and as I rounded the corner, my heart stopped. He had woken my laptop from sleep and was staring at the gay porn website I’d been trying to join.
I pulled the laptop from in front of him, took a look at the sign-up page, and felt like the biggest asshole in the world when I dropped my jaw and acted like it was the first time I was seeing it. “What the hell is that? Guess it was one of those pop-ups. See, that’s why I hate free porn sites. They inundate me with pop-ups for things I’m not even remotely interested in.”
“Yeah?” Kage asked with a drunken smirk. “Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know… like what you saw.” I couldn’t even say the word gay in his presence. “And like underage girls and BDSM and stuff.”
“So no handcuffs for Jamie. What do you like?” He seemed suddenly far too sober. I was about ready for him to pass out.
“Um, I like…” I faltered, unable to come up with a single thing that I liked.
Kage laughed. “That much stuff, huh? You’re a wild man.”
I huffed. “Well, what do you like, since you think I should be so forthcoming?”
“Forthcoming,” he repeated with a laugh. “You crack me up, college boy. Okay, if you must know, I like dark hair.” He smiled and closed his eyes, laid back on the bed, looking like he was conjuring an image in his imagination. “Big brown eyes that melt your soul every time you look into them.”
I swallowed and suddenly had a little trouble breathing.
“Athletic body, long legs wrapped around my waist,” he continued in his slurry voice. “Smart, funny, sexy… glasses. Where are your glasses?”
I cleared my throat. “I thought we were talking about porn.”
“Oh yeah, porn.” He smiled again without opening his eyes. “I imagine we probably like about the same things in that area. Pretty close, anyway.” His voice trailed off, and he got quiet.