Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Wow.” Harper picked up her lemonade and gulped back the rest. “Is it getting warm in here?”
I sighed. “Tell me about it.”
Harper flipped a few more pages before shutting the book. “I think we need a plan B.”
“For the inn?”
“No, for the innkeeper. Screw forgetting about Levi. I think you should fuck him out of your system.”
I laughed. “I think you’ve had too many spiked lemonades.”
“Oh, I definitely have. But hear me out.” She shifted in her seat, pulling one knee up on the couch to face me. “Why does Tanner or anyone have to know? You and Levi are both adults. Clearly you want to boink him, and from everything you’ve told me, it sounds like the feeling is mutual. He’s only here for a little while longer, so it’s not like things could get too serious. Why not screw him so you can move on?”
“We’re going to need refills for this conversation. Hang on a minute.” I got up and went to the kitchen to get the pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator.
“Hey!” Harper yelled from the living room. “Grab your notebook with your to-do list while you’re in there!”
“Okay.”
I emptied the remainder of the pitcher into our glasses and set the notebook down on the table.
“I think I was too shortsighted earlier in the week,” Harper said.
I chuckled. “I think your vision miraculously improved when you got a look at what’s in Levi’s pants.”
She pointed at me. “Maybe, but humor me for a minute anyway. You’re lusting over this man, right?”
Considering I’d dreamed about Levi hovering over me again last night, I didn’t bother to deny the truth. “I’m definitely attracted to him, yes.”
“And if you continue to keep your distance, is that going to change?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
She leaned forward and opened a random page on the scrapbook she’d been thumbing through. Of course, she just happened to open to the underwear ad again. Tapping the page with her nail, she said, “The answer to that question is a big, fat no. That is not going to change. How could it? We’re attracted to who we’re attracted to. So if it’s not going to change, why suffer through the next month or however long he’s here? Fuck him out of your system. Have a no-strings-attached fling—one no one has to know about.”
I chewed on my nail. “I don’t know. That sounds easy, but the reality would be different.”
“Why? Because it will be tough when he leaves and it’s over?”
I shrugged. “That’s one reason.”
“You’re already into this guy. Isn’t it going to be tough when he leaves after you spend another month secretly going to bed with your hand down your panties thinking about him anyway?”
She’d nailed that. “I guess.”
“So why not enjoy that time? It’s going to suck when he leaves either way.”
“What if we get caught?”
“By who? Fern? Pretty sure she’d high five you both and keep her mouth shut. The only other person in this big, old place is Alex. That’s easily solved with a lock on the door and your face pressed into a pillow to muffle the screaming from multiple orgasms.”
“I don’t know…” God, I must’ve been drunker than I thought because Harper was starting to make sense. Or maybe it was the thought of multiple orgasms. It had been a while…
She picked up the notebook that contained my to-do list from the table and opened to a fresh page. Clicking the pen open, she scribbled across the top.
To do with Levi
I chuckled. “Are we making a dirty to-do list?”
Harper wiggled her eyebrows. “We certainly are.” She put the pen to the paper. “Tell me one thing you fantasize about doing with him.”
Yep, I was definitely drunk, because sober me wouldn’t have participated in this. Though, even in this state, I felt my cheeks blush. “Well, every day he goes out back and does pull-ups in that big oak tree. Sometimes I imagine he’s naked while doing them, and then I walk out naked, too. I wrap myself around him like a koala and he’s a tree, and he keeps doing the pull-ups. Hoisting us both up and down.”
Harper smirked. “Nice start.” She then jotted down koala pull-ups. “What else you got?”
“Well, I also have this running fantasy that I’m watching him do the pull-ups from my bedroom window with binoculars, and then I lie down on the bed and…you know…go to town on myself. And when I’m just about to orgasm, I look up at the window and see Levi with the binoculars. He’s watching me masturbate from outside.”
“Oooh… I like that one.” Harper wrote down voyeur masturbation.
For the next half hour, we polished off our spiked lemonades, laughed a lot, and added more than a dozen sexual to-do tasks to my list. It was the most fun I’d had in ages. But Harper had to fly home in the morning, and I didn’t want her to have a raging hangover. So rather than make another pitcher of spiked lemonade, I grabbed her a water bottle and some Motrin and told her to drink up before going to bed.