Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Sage fanned herself with her hand. “Hallie, what kind of freak have you unleashed in Mr. Prim and Proper, and how do I find a clone?”
I laughed, and Sage busied herself with grabbing another bottle of champagne that had been provided for us by the car company. As she poured our glasses, I replied to the text.
Me: I’ll be ready and waiting.
I posed for a selfie, making sure it was a full body shot showing my short dress and boots, and fired it off. Only seconds later, Jasper texted back.
Jasper: Angel . . . fuck . . . you look incredible.
I smiled when he added:
Jasper: It’s a good job I’m not out with you tonight. I would murder anyone that even turned their head your way.
Me: That shouldn’t make me hot, but my nipples just got hard.
Jasper: Stop, or I’ll be hiding my hard-on from the flight crew.
I clenched my thighs together and fought back a moan.
Jasper: Have a good night and behave. I’ll be waiting for you later.
“You done?” Sage asked, and thrust a glass of champagne under my nose.
I flopped back on the seat behind me. “That man has me under his thumb.”
“And frequently wrapped around his dick, if the moans coming from your suites are any indication.”
Panic suddenly rushed through me. I snapped my head to Sage. She burst out laughing. “I’m joking!” she said and cackled some more. “I swear, I haven’t heard a thing.” She shrugged. “When you told me y’all’s relationship was staying a secret, I didn’t believe y’all could do it. But it seems you have.” Sage clinked her glass with mine. “Kudos.”
I smiled, but my heart stuttered a beat in disappointment. Nothing had changed for us, but the letters were still coming for Jasper. Thankfully, there’d been no new incidents of late; the amount Jasper was spending on security must have been eye watering.
No one had found anything out about us, which was good. But sometimes, in my dreams for the future, I wish we were able to be open. The number of times I’d had to still my hand as I went to push his hair from his face or simply kiss him before I jumped in a competition.
But I’d rather have Jasper this way than not at all.
“Hals, we’re here.” Sage’s voice broke me from my melancholy, and I looked outside to see a massive club with a line of people waiting to get in. It wrapped around the block. Thank God for VIP tickets.
Sage took my hand when we exited the car, and she showed the email to the doorman. Our security followed behind us, but far enough away to not be our shadows.
Electronic dance music slammed into our ears as soon as we walked down the hall that led to the VIP section. The minute we arrived in the lounge, we were assigned a table and bottles of every liquor imaginable were laid out for us, along with every kind of mixer and, of course, champagne.
My eyes brightened when they landed on my favorite tequila. “LALO!” I shouted over the heavy rhythmic beat and poured a shot for me and Sage.
“You can take the girl outta Texas . . .” she said and winked as we picked up a lime segment each and sprinkled salt on our hands.
“To handcuffs!” Sage toasted and I stopped myself from smacking her.
I rolled my eyes and knocked back the tequila. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to remember all things Texas. Until Sage grabbed my hand and said, “Dance floor, now! This girl needs her pussy pounded, and I’m done with DIY.”
“I did not need that visual, Sage,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Says the cowgirl who’s saddle sore from too much cock,” she retorted. I swear, I was going to wire her jaw shut. But I couldn’t disagree with what she was saying. Jasper was insatiable. Again, no complaints from my corner.
“Ladies,” a voice interrupted. Atticus stood before us, dressed in his signature all-black. His dark hair was stylishly tousled, and I wondered whether God had sent the Knighton men to womankind as an apology for the many douchebags they had to endure daily.
I went to say hello when I caught his smirk. Great. He’d heard my loudmouth friend. “Zinc oxide is good for saddle sores, Hals. I’m sure I know someone who could rub it on for you.” Atticus checked his watch. “I think he lands in an hour.” Then the bastard winked.
“Thanks for the advice, Atticus,” I said dryly.
He nodded, then his attention dropped to Sage. She was looking at the dance floor over his shoulder. She’d gone from arguing with him at the drop of a hat to seeming completely indifferent to his presence. Anything Atticus said that once would have triggered Sage’s usual fire now just slid off her like Teflon. He was good at hiding his disappointment, but the slight sagging of his shoulders and his fake happy-go-lucky grin were a dead giveaway.