Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“How’s it going, buddy?” I ask as I give him a quick hug.
“Good, good. I just ordered a Long Island iced tea. What’ll you have?”
“A tequila and soda.”
“Coming right up,” the bartender says as he gets to work on fixing it.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I look over my clothes. “I figured this was low-key since we were just getting drinks.”
“Oh, no, no, no,” he says. “I’m overdressed. I had to come right after a meeting. Don’t worry. These won’t stay on long.”
I can tell by the expression on his face and the twinkle in his eyes that he’s totally serious.
“Glad the company needs me to come down here frequently,” he says.
“Me, too.”
The bartender gives me my cocktail. I try to pay for it, but the guy insists it’s on the house, so I tip generously before Finn and I head to a table beside the wall, sitting on the stools on either side of it.
This environment is more my style. Laid back. Don’t have to stress about having a whole fucking meal just in case things go south.
“So how often do you come down here?” I ask.
“Every few weeks. My company is based in Atlanta. I’m sort of the training liaison between the two facilities, so I come here so they can teach me shit to take back to Chicago.”
“What do you do?” I ask. The question seemed to be the most logical one to ask, but I regret asking the moment the words escape my lips because I’m worried he’ll reflect the same question back to me and end up being like Roger. Considering he’s in a fucking tie right now, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“I’m in software development,” he replies.
“Oh, I have a friend, Gary, who’s in IT.”
“I bet you have a lot of friends,” Finn says in a low voice, a serious expression on his face that makes me think he’s a moment away from crawling across the table and lunging on top of me, demanding that I satisfy his every sexual fantasy—something I would be totally game for.
He bites his thin bottom lip.
Shit. I could totally ditch dinner and take him back to the condo to fuck the hell out of him.
I doubt he’d have an issue with that.
I know I sure as fuck wouldn’t. He’s exactly what I need. Just a horny power bottom who will make this as simple as can be.
“What about you?” he asks.
“What?”
“For work? What do you do?”
Dammit.
“Um…I’m a waiter at Mike’s.” I try to sound like I’m not bothered by it, but after the way Roger asked it, I can’t help the disappointment in my tone. And honestly, it’s not just because of how he feels about it, but because of how I feel about it, too.
“Why do you say it like that?” Finn asks.
“What?”
“Like it’s a bad thing. There’s nothing shameful about waiting tables. My ex was a waiter for a while, and he made more money than I do now. Had a hell of a lot more freedom, too. It’s cool.”
I like this guy. He’s going to be a lot more fun to mess around with than that asshole Roger.
We chat some more about our jobs, Finn not minding me dumping some bullshit I’ve experienced with my customers and management while Finn does the same with his supervisors and clients.
The place starts filling up, and we head to the bar to refill our drinks. After we have our new cocktails, Finn glances around at the crowd and says, “This place is getting crazy.”
“It’s where everyone comes before they head over to Flirt. My buddies and I actually swung by here last night for some drinks.”
“Was your…roommate friend there?” He has that same serious expression on his face like when he looked like he was about to crawl across the table.
“No. Not last night.”
“Well, what about tonight? You think we can get him to come out?”
Holy shit. Is this guy that fucking desperate for a three-way?
“Um…he’s around. You didn’t mention him in any of your messages, so I just sort of assumed you wanted to see me.”
“Don’t take that the wrong way. You’re hot as fuck. I just thought maybe if you guys were down…we could all play together. I wasn’t kidding when I said I could make room.”
“I mean, I didn’t think you were kidding. I thought you might have been too drunk to—”
“No. I would like to have sex with both of you. Specifically, wouldn’t mind you both getting up in there at the same time.”
“Oh, wow.”
“You ever tried it?”
“I’ve had three-ways, but usually it’s one cock per hole.”
“Yeah. Not everyone’s into it, but you guys seem pretty top-heavy, and it’s easy to do if the tops are…well, long enough…”
“I’m long enough,” I assure him.
He leans forward and eyes my crotch. “Yeah. I can kind of see that,” he says before his gaze darts back up to my eyes. “So, what do you say?”