Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Wait, you’ve never had anal?” Sophie’s eyes widen, her voice a whisper.
I glance at her face and slap my drink down on the counter. “You have?” I’m stunned.
She darts her eyes away from mine and then back, biting her lip and nodding, her face red.
“How is this possible? You were a virgin five minutes ago and you’ve already progressed to anal?” I shake my head. “Oh, my God. I’m an anal old maid.” I drop my forehead into my hand with a slap, then sit up straight, my hands gripped around the counter’s edge as I lean forward to get Sophie’s attention. “Did you like it?”
Sophie clears her throat and glances around again, like someone is going to catch us discussing this and post about it on Facebook. “Yes,” she whispers, then looks at the ceiling as if she can’t meet my eyes while she admits it. “It’s, um, good. I don’t want to do it every day, but occasionally, yes, I like it.”
“Huh,” I say. “Well, then.”
We get a customer then, so Sophie helps them while I sit on the back counter and Google sex tapes with my phone, which, as it turns out, does not give you instructions about how to make a sex tape, but instead pulls up links to sex tapes that have already been made. I change my search to making a sex tape and get similar results. Has no one made a blog entry about this? I mean, where do I start? Can I use the camera on my phone? Do I need industrial lighting?
I tap the side of my phone with a fingertip and sigh, watching as Sophie adds sprinkles to a hot chocolate for the little rugrat peering over the counter, its mother standing nearby stirring cream into her coffee. It’s kinda cute, I decide. She’s kinda cute, I correct myself. Moms probably don’t like it when you refer to their kids as it, even in your head.
“I hope my ass looks that good after I have kids,” I comment, watching them leave, hand in hand.
“First forever, now babies?” Sophie jokingly clutches her chest. “My heart can’t handle it.”
“No.” I snort. “Don’t be stupid. First forever, babies in a decade. And trust me, my happily ever after does not involve a surprise pregnancy. Not happening.” I wave my hand in the direction of the door. “She was cute though. I’ll babysit for you and Luke.”
“Funny.” Sophie laughs. “Real funny.”
The door dings again and I look up to see Sophie’s brother walk in. He’s wearing a suit, and I catch a glimpse of the badge clipped at his waist when his jacket flaps open from the wind as the door swishes shut behind him. I have got to finagle a way for him and Chloe to meet, I muse as I call out a hello and then turn my attention back to my fruitless internet search on sex tapes while Sophie and Boyd chat at the register.
Then a thought pops into my head and I look up. “Boyd!” I call out excitedly. You should always use your resources.
They stop talking and look my way, twin expressions of inquiry on their faces.
“Do you know how to make a sex tape? Like, specifically? I get the sex part,” I say, waving my hand, “but do I need a special camera? Or a tripod or something? Do you know?” I ask earnestly, scratching a dry spot on my knee.
“Everly!” Sophie snaps in response.
“What?” I ask, confused. “Look at him. Odds are he’s filmed it a time or two.”
Sophie’s eyes bug out. “Do I need to remind you that you have a brother?”
“I know I have a brother. I’m not going to ask him for advice on making a sex tape. That’s disgusting.” What is wrong with her?
Sophie shakes her head. “Yeah, and that’s my brother,” she says, pointing at Boyd and making a face at me.
Oh. Yeah.
“Well, can you wait in the back room?” I ask, wrinkling my nose. “There’s a shocking lack of information available on the web.” I hold up my phone as way of proof. “Sawyer’s birthday is in a week.”
“Please stop talking,” Sophie says, holding up her hand in a stop motion.
I sigh and look at Boyd, who is looking at me like I’m nuts. He really is perfect for Chloe. I might need to work on that anonymously now, come to think of it.
I shrug and change the wording of my internet search. That’s better. I smile at the new search results and start reading.
Thirty-Nine
“Where the hell is Sawyer? We’re going to be late for our dinner reservations.” I’m leaning against Sandra’s desk looking at the clock on the wall. I’ve been hanging out in Sawyer’s office for fifteen minutes. I don’t mind waiting, but it’s weird. He’s always so punctual.
“I’m not sure. He had me cancel everything this morning and he’s been in and out of his office all day,” Sandra says. “It’s not like him.”