Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Like what?”
Jolie looks over and bursts out laughing before she raises her glass to us.
“What is she doing?”
Brooke laughs. “Who fucking knows?” She sips her drink. “Oh, tell me about your interview.”
“It was so bizarre. We were going through the interview, and I had this feeling that there was something going on with him. You know when you get the feeling?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Shots,” the waiter says as he puts four shots down in front of us.
“I’m sorry, what?” I frown. “I think you have the wrong table.”
“These are from your friend at the bar.” He gestures to Jolie, and we look over to see her tipping her head back and doing one, too. She laughs out loud when she stares back at the guy’s phone.
“Thank you,” we say to the waiter before he disappears through the club.
“What is she doing?” I frown.
“I don’t know but she obviously wants to get drunk.”
I giggle and pick up my first shot. “Who am I to argue?” I tip my head back and drain the shot glass. “Ugh, tequila.” I scrunch up my face in disgust. “She’s trying to kill us.” I splutter.
Brooke laughs and tips her head back. She immediately picks up her second shot and does it again. “Go on… the interview?”
“Oh.” I tip my head back and take the second shot. “Oh God, that’s bad.” I wince.
“So, we go through the interview, and then the guy says that he’s not sure he can work with me.”
“Why not?” Brooke frowns.
We hear a loud laugh from the bar. We look up to see Jolie’s head is tipped back and she’s really laughing.
“That guy must be really fucking funny.” Brooke frowns.
“Either that or he’s just roofied her drink.” I glance at the four empty shot glasses on our table. “And ours. Anyway, so the interviewer then tells me that he isn’t sure if he can work with me because he’s attracted to me.”
“What?”
“I know.” I shrug. “Bizarre. Right?”
“Drinks, ladies.” The waiter puts down another four shots in front of us.
“What in the world?” Brooke grumbles.
Jolie laughs from the bar and raises her shot glass at us. She tips her head back to drain it, and then goes back to looking at his phone.
“What the hell are they watching on his phone?” I frown.
“God knows.” Brooke downs her shot. “This is working, though. I’m feeling buzzed already. So, you got the job. When do you start?”
“A week from Monday.”
“So soon?”
“I know.”
“What are you going to do about Dr. Flirty Boss?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe I misheard him?”
Jolie falls into the seat beside us. “Hey.” She laughs.
“What are you doing?”
She giggles and gestures to the guy she was talking to. He’s currently carrying a tray of eight shots. He sits down at the table with us. “Girls, this is Santiago.” She introduces him.
“Hi.” We smile. He’s hot!
“Hello,” he says with a foreign accent. “Hello, beautiful ladies.”
Jolie’s eyes dance with delight as she tips her head back and downs another shot. “We’ve been watching some movies on his phone, and I thought it was only fair I shared those with my friends.”
Brooke and I frown at each other. Huh?
“Ah, ladies.” Santiago smiles. “Let me introduce myself.” He clicks something on his phone.
“Drink!” Jolie orders. “You’re going to need it.”
We all take our next shot, and I am feeling very inebriated here. Santiago holds his phone up, and we all look at it. It takes a moment for my eyes to focus, and then I slap my hand over my mouth.
It’s him! Santiago is having sex with a woman.
Brooke’s horrified eyes stare at the screen, and I burst out laughing at her expression.
He’s really giving it to this girl, while her legs are up over his shoulders. He pulls out and turns to face the camera. He’s hung like a fucking horse.
I burst out laughing. “What the hell?”
Jolie laughs hard. “Right?”
The video switches to him on a beach, where he’s banging two girls who are both on their knees in front of him. He’s giving hard, deep thrusts, and he even slaps one of them on the behind.
Brooke’s eyes are the size of saucers as she stares at the phone. “W-what the ever-loving fuck?” she stammers. “What am I watching right now?”
Jolie tips her head back and laughs even harder. She’s hysterical.
Santiago taps on the screen, and he’s soon in the darkness. We each lean in to try and focus, only to see he’s fucking another girl on the trunk of a car. The sound of skin on skin can be heard all around us. I hate to say it, but it’s actually pretty hot to watch.
My eyes meet my friends, and the three of us burst out laughing again.
“What kind of freak are you?” Brooke blurts out.
“The world’s greatest lover,” Santiago purrs.
“Where do you meet these women?” I ask him.