Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“I have a cleaning service that comes in,” Jason says, and I turn my head to see him standing in the doorway between the living room and dining room with a glass of orange juice in his hand. “They’re miracle workers.”
“Yeah?”
“Company is called Dust Bunnies. All women. The owner is smoking hot for an older lady.”
I shake my head. “She’s old?”
“Yeah, like early thirties.”
I glare at him. “Aren’t you in your thirties?”
He laughs like I told a joke. It may be my sour mood, but this guy is seriously a douche.
“Want something to eat?”
My stomach turns at even the thought of food, but I know it’ll only be worse if it stays empty.
“Some toast or something would be great.”
He stares at me before pointing over my shoulder. “Kitchen’s that way, dude. I have a toaster, but I’m not sure about bread.”
I swing my ass up from the couch, wondering how I went from telling Rick what I wanted for my birthday to ending up alone on a dirty sofa in a room surrounded by at least a half-dozen passed-out drunk people.
I head toward the kitchen, opting for a huge glass of tap water. If I’m going to be sick, I’d rather just get it over with.
My eyes close as I guzzle the water, and it shoots me back to last night.
His shirt between my fingers just isn’t enough.
I can’t smell the scent of his delicious skin over her perfume.
I hate that she’s in between us, but as I close my eyes, I pretend it’s him touching me, him with his lips on my neck. With the alcohol coursing through my veins, it doesn’t take much. The tequila I drank helps me to easily replace the slickness of her lip gloss with the scratchy stubble above his lip. I’ve touched him enough to know I don’t have to touch her to imagine my hands on his skin.
“Is that for me?”
There’s nothing in this world that could make me confuse his voice with her.
“Mazie,” I say, looking down at the smile on her face.
Her lips turn up in a seductive grin that used to get me going but does nothing for me now as she reaches out to touch the erection in my shorts.
“Is that for me?” she repeats.
“No,” I tell her, taking a step back before she can make eye contact.
Instead of growing weird or yelling, she rolls her eyes before turning around and dancing with her back to another guy.
Her eyes stay locked on mine as she rolls her body against his. I don’t know if she’s trying to make me jealous, but the guy dancing with her eventually garners all her attention.
I look around the room, trying to find Rick, and come up empty. Maybe he headed back to the room. I turn toward the front door, anxious to get to him so we can truly get the night started.
“For you my friend,” Silas says, clasping my arm and shoving a shot glass in my hand. “Bottoms up.”
As much as I want to walk away, I know I can’t.
I turn the shot glass up and drain the damn thing.
“I found bagels,” Jason says from behind me, pulling my mind from last night. “Never mind. They have mold on them.”
I refill my cup and drink more water.
“I called your roommate last night. Got his number from Silas.”
“Rick?” I turn to face him now, uncaring that water sloshes from the cup in my hand. Anything on the floor would help it at this point.
He shrugs. “I called Silas to come get you out of here, and he gave me some other guy’s number.”
“What did he say?”
“I’m getting head, motherfucker. What do you want?”
“Rick said that?”
He laughs. “That’s what Silas said. The guy that answered the number I called said that you were a big boy, and you know where you live.”
It stings to know he didn’t afford me the same thing he promised that girl that passed out in the hallway right before school started. He handed out his number and insisted she call if she needed help, yet he practically told me to fuck off.
He was grinning at me, promising all sorts of dirty things with his eyes last night, and I don’t have a fucking clue what changed all of that.
I need to go back to our dorm, but what if he left here because I was too drunk and met up with someone else? What if he didn’t spend the night alone? Jesus, did he leave with Rex? Another man? Did he bring him back to our room? Go to their dorm instead?
My stomach churns with all the questions, and it doesn’t take long for me to bend over the sink and get sick.
My eyes burn as well as my nose, but instead of being a dick or complaining when I stand back up, Jason offers me a paper towel.