Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I smirk with full confidence that I’m going to win this bet. “How about the plane?”
She chokes on her water, and I chuckle. If I’m being honest, I did intentionally wait until she was taking a sip because she chokes almost every time I say something shocking. I fucking love it.
When she looks up, she seems almost angry, and I’m not sure if it’s because of my perfect timing or the terms of the bet. She wipes at her mouth. “You can’t play that type of game.”
“I can and I will,” I assert as I lean in. “Come on, you know you want to.”
I can see it in her eyes. This little vixen is coaxed by danger. I imagine it’s gotten her into trouble a few times, which is perhaps why she’s so cautious. Rightly so, especially when it comes to men like me.
She leans in, as if we naturally gravitate toward one another in mischief. “What’s the bet?”
I pretend to casually search the room, but I already know who my target is.
I lick my lips, knowing full well she’s going to be in my bed on her back tonight.
I point to the man sitting at the bar. “I dare you to get the phone number of one of the men at the bar. If you succeed, I won’t have the pleasure of tasting you tonight and you’ll get a plane.”
She looks at me skeptically. “You’re really not joking, are you?” She sits back in disbelief. “What would I even do with a plane?”
“You sound so sure that you’ll win,” I taunt, because I know she can’t help but take the dangling bait.
“Have you seen me? Of course I’ll win.” She scoffs, and my cock twitches at her confidence. Because, yes, I have seen her, and she’s been the bane of my existence ever since.
“I have seen you, and I would personally give you my number in a heartbeat. So, are you up for the bet?”
She defiantly holds out her hand. “You’re on.”
I offer my hand in return. “But I get to choose whose number you get.” She squints but casually shrugs and shakes on it. Her eyes twinkle with certain victory, and I imagine mine mirror the same. She can’t help but smile, and my cock hardens at her arrogant confidence.
She will be mine tonight. Of that much, I’m certain.
“So who’s my target?” she asks, twisting around to look at those sitting at the bar.
“You really want the plane, huh?” I tease. “See that man sitting over there?” I point to the owner, who is sitting by himself. He’s dressed in a nice suit and is easy on the eyes. “Get his number. Oh, and did I mention you have a time limit?” I look down at my watch. “You have ten minutes. I’d get moving if I were you.”
She stands up and brushes her hands down her skirt as she leans down to me and smiles. “You’re on. I’m going to win that plane.”
“I’m going to win that,” I say, dropping my gaze to her cleavage, and I have every intention of staring at her ass as she walks away.
“No, you’re going to keep fantasizing, and don’t stare at my ass when I walk away,” she spits as she turns and heads to the bar.
I grin as my gaze dips to her ass and I secretly know she loves it.
This should be interesting…
CHAPTER 16
Alina
Ican do this. I mean, it’s for a fucking plane.
Not sure what I would do with a plane, but I’m willing to find out.
Shit, do I have to pay to maintain a plane?
Maybe I should have asked questions first.
Fuck it.
I brush my hands down my skirt and approach the man Will pointed out. When I step up next to him, he’s removing his suit jacket. I notice a few tattoos that skate up his arms beneath the rolled-up shirt.
“Excuse me,” I say, and he lifts his head and meets my eyes.
Oh, he’s beautiful. His eyes are a mix of blue and hazel, his hair is dark, and he watches me as if he can see straight through me. And he also gives me the vibe that I shouldn’t be approaching him.
“Yes?” he answers, looking me up and down. Not in a leering way, more as if to make sure I have nothing on me.
Weird, but okay.
“So, I have this guy over there.” I point behind me. “Just don’t look, okay?” He nods, and I pull out a seat next to him. “Anyway, we made a bet. I was hoping you could help me fulfill this deal,” I explain.
He picks up the silver knife beside him. At first, I think it’s strange, until I realize he’s shifting it back and forth to get a glimpse at Will. When he does, a small sigh escapes him.
“What type of deal?” he asks, leaning back into his seat.