Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Duly noted. You want one to play around with?”
“Maybe another time.” He shook his head before his eyes went wider as his gaze dropped to some of the plugs on the bottom of the rack, including one called Big Boy that had to be a good nine inches and plenty girthy, especially at the base. “No way can anyone in real life take that.”
“Ha. Bet I could find us porn that says otherwise.”
“You’d watch gay porn with me?”
“I like porn occasionally.” I stretched my neck, hoping we weren’t getting back into Avery’s doubts and worries. “I’d be down for watching whatever with you. Guys. Girls. Orgies. Bet we could even find some with guys in lingerie.”
“Oh.” The way Avery exhaled had me wanting to yank him into the nearest dressing room and make him watch my phone while I went down on him. But this was a classy place, and even if they were the type of joint to be okay with backroom antics, Avery might die of embarrassment before I got him off.
My idea would have to wait, but I sure as hell filed it away for when we were alone and back in our room.
“Should we check out?” Avery kept glancing around nervously as if someone were going to swoop in and take our basket, so I headed to the front counter where the clerk was waiting for us. I’d reluctantly agreed to split lunch, but here, I slapped my card down before Avery could get his wallet out.
“Let me,” I said in a low voice. “I was the enabler. I want to treat you. Let it be my present?”
He took a deep breath, face creasing with concentration before he nodded. “If it would make you happy.”
“It would.” I grinned at him because I’d had a string of fiercely independent girlfriends who hadn’t let me spoil them like I wanted. The way Avery let me lead with the food and last night in bed and also here in the store was refreshing. I felt like I’d set a personal best in the gym, ten feet tall, strength rolling off me in waves.
I was still riding a high from our little adventure when we finally got to the airport to pick up one of the leads. After I parked, I glanced down at my texts from Keely.
“The star is named Tiffany Monroe. Should we make a sign for her to find us?” I’d never heard of her, but that didn’t mean much because I was lousy at keeping up with pop culture. “I don’t even know what she looks like.”
“Tiffany?” Avery gaped at me like I’d emerged from under a mushroom. “She’s the next Hollywood ‘It Girl.’ Fresh off a big TV show role with Emmy buzz. Several movie projects are in the works. Plus, she’s stacked and a redhead. Hard to miss her.”
“Ah. Lead the way then.” I exited the SUV, trying not to get up in my feelings about Avery’s description. This situation was ripe for another pointless Avery crush. Which would leave me…
Okay, I wasn’t precisely sure where, but that was my own doing. I was the one who’d advocated only a few hours prior that we see where things went, take it one moment at a time. I didn’t have any claim to the guy. I wasn’t sure I’d want one, even if he stopped hating himself long enough to truly enjoy our time together.
Liar. And probably a worse one than Avery. Just like Avery was who he was, I was who I was. I did relationships, not hookups, and I had zero clue how to keep this casual, especially when I was already feeling jealous of someone I hadn’t yet met. Emotionally unavailable, gorgeous, hurting people like Avery were my number one weakness.
But seeing as Avery was not likely to want anything more than some fooling around, I needed to get okay with all possible outcomes, including him crushing on the talent.
“What’s wrong?” Once inside the terminal, Avery stopped near a security checkpoint.
“What do you mean?” I could play dumb as well as he could.
“You’re always in a good mood. Like always. But as soon as we parked, you started glowering like I stole your last candy bar. Did I fuck up somehow?”
I made a frustrated noise. Damn Avery for suddenly being perceptive. And, apparently, caring about my feelings more than I’d thought.
“Nah, man. We’re cool. I’m just ready to be done with the day and crash back at our room.”
“Oh.” His voice dropped as he blushed a deep crimson. “You were thinking about tonight?”
Well, now I was. Heat snaked down my torso. “If you felt like modeling something for me, that would definitely be a mood booster.”
“I could—” Avery cut himself off with a little gasp. “There she is.”
Naturally, Tiffany was just as nice as she was gorgeous, apologizing for the delay, trying to wrangle her own luggage, and immediately learning our names. She was somewhere between Avery's and my ages, likely putting her in her late twenties, and her tendency to smile with each word made it hard to stay in a bad mood.