Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry?” I growl in a low voice.
The middle-aged woman with a graying bob and a purple polo with a badge that says “Nancy” pinned to her breast pocket sighs again.
“There’s been a mix-up,” she apologizes. “We simply don’t have enough cabins to go around, so you’ll have to double up with another two people.”
I stare at her.
“But who could I double up with?” I ask in a slow tone. “From what I understand, George Richards and I are the only male chaperones on this trip. Who could we possibly bunk with? The female chaperones? The camp counselors? Random strangers?”
The woman frowns and stares at her computer screen.
“Well, I see here that you’re here for cheerleading camp with your daughters. Could you possibly double up with your daughters? I know it would be awkward, but it’s the best solution I can provide.”
I stare at her. Of course, neither Romy nor Piper are our biological daughters, but I guess Nancy doesn’t know that.
“You must be shitting me,” I say in a slow voice. “I’m a grown man and it’s already pretty embarrassing to be sharing a room with anyone else, much less another adult male. And now, you want me and George to share a cabin with our daughters?”
Nancy shrugs helplessly, her blue eyes apologetic.
“Yes, if that’s okay? I’m so sorry, Mr. Conway, we just don’t have any other solutions right now. The other campsite is too far away, and besides, there’s no availability there either. I think we’ve asked people to double up at Camp Wanahawee as well.”
Rage is simmering in my veins.
“Well, you tell some of those Camp Wanahawee people to vacate so that I can get a cabin!” By now, my voice is growing loud in volume, and the walls are beginning to shake in the small front office, even if said walls appear to be made of logs. But then, Piper puts a hand on my arm soothingly.
“No, it’s fine,” she says in a quiet voice. “We can make this work, Daddy. It’s just a snafu, and I’m sure after a night or two of doubling up, something will open up. It’s only temporary,” she soothes.
“Oh of course!” Nancy from the front desk jumps in. “As soon as anything opens up, you’ll be the first on our list, Mr. Conway. I’ll even get a porter to help you with your bags now.”
I snort because that’s no consolation. But I shake my head again, defeated by this situation. After all, it’s too much. I’m forty-five fucking years old, and I’m chaperoning a cheerleading camp for crying out loud! There will be twenty teen girls doing high kicks in tiny little spandex outfits while shouting “rah rah rah!” Not only that, but my gorgeous ward is here, and I’ve been feeling like a dirty old man around Piper lately.
It's not totally my fault because my ward is delightfully innocent yet sinfully beautiful. When Piper first moved in with me, she resembled a beanstalk with frizzy brown hair, knobby knees, and sharp elbows. But in the last four years, she’s changed. Piper’s morphed into a woman, and goddamn but it’s killing me.
After all, the teen girl is the voluptuous type. She’s got huge tits that tremble and shake under her tiny t-shirts, and thick thighs that make my mouth water underneath those short skirts. Not only that, but I suspect that Piper doesn’t wear panties very often. I swear, beneath the dining room table, I’ve seen a few flashes of juicy, delectable pink, which always gets me as hard as fuck. It’s sheer torture, and I had to choke down the rest of my meal those few times before rushing off so that she wouldn’t notice my erection.
But now, the worst has happened. I’ll literally be sharing a cabin with the gorgeous woman. I’ll be sleeping in the same room as Piper, and I’ll see those lush curves in those tiny sleep sets she likes to wear to bed. Fuck! I might even see her coming out of the shower, and the image gets me hard even as I stand in the reception area. I’m so fucked, and it isn’t going to be comfortable.
Still, I barrel on.
“So what are the sleeping arrangements exactly then? Are there bunks in each room?”
Nancy shakes her head again, her wrinkled face creasing apologetically.
“No, no bunk beds,” she says. “Our cabins were designed for two people each. They’re small, but the beds are big enough such that they can each fit two people. So it’ll be two per mattress,” she says with a bright smile, like this isn’t a problem.
I stare at her.
“Am I supposed to share a mattress with George Richards? Or with Piper here? Or with George’s daughter? Fuck me!” I’m bellowing now, and my voice is loud enough to shatter a rock face.