Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“When Roman comes back, ask if you can stay another night,” one of the women says. “From what you’ve described, one night isn’t nearly enough with a man like that.”
“I can’t do that, Kaylee.”
“Why not? You need a place to stay, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind another night of fantastic sex.”
“Fantastic sex is par for the course for a guy like him. He can get it anywhere, any time. He doesn’t need lil’ ol’ me for that.”
No, sweetheart. The firestorm that practically burned down this bungalow last night is the rare exception, not the rule, even for a guy like me.
“Girl, no,” the same woman replies. “No matter how hot he is, scorching-hot sex like what you’ve described doesn’t come along very often for anybody.”
Ain’t that the truth.
The other woman agrees. “Kaylee’s right. I’m sorry to tell you this, but amazing sex is hard to come by, especially with someone who’s also capable of carrying on an interesting conversation like Roman.”
“Well, crap,” Iris says. “That’s terrible news. Now that I’ve finally experienced great sex for the first time, I don’t think I can go back to living without it.”
“So, ask to stay another night. Or, hell, for the whole week.”
“I can’t do that. At least, not without showing him the video first, which I’m not willing to do.”
“Why would you have to show him the video to stay another night and fuck his brains out?”
“What if we go outside at some point—say, to the breakfast buffet at the hotel—and someone recognizes me? If they see Roman with me, they’ll think he’s the random, hot stranger I enlisted to have sex with me.”
“Who cares if they do?”
“Roman might care.”
The friend chuckles. “You’re overthinking this, honey. Just ask to stay for the week, and then hunker down with him in the bungalow the whole time and enjoy an epic sex-fest.”
Iris snorts. “I didn’t fly all the way here to stay inside the whole time. Not even for amazing sex. Also, Roman’s so nice, he’d say yes to me out of sheer pity, and I don’t want to put him in that position. He’s on vacation; he doesn’t need to babysit some heartbroken runaway bride when he could be off having fun in paradise.”
Pity?
Babysit?
I can’t believe how far off the mark she is.
“So, where are you gonna go?” one of the women asks.
“I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure something out. There’s got to be a cheap hostel or motel somewhere. God knows that’s all I can afford.”
“I’ll send you money. I just got paid.”
“No, I’ll manage. Thank you, though.” Iris wipes her eyes. “I should go before Roman gets back. I want to be dressed and ready to say a quick goodbye as soon he gets here. Thank you both for telling me about the video so I didn’t have to cry all by myself.”
“We’re so sorry this happened,” one of her friends coos. “We love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
“Stay off the internet this week!” the second woman calls out. “Get out there and have fun. Explore the island. Read lots of books. Take lots of naps.”
“I vote she finds another hot stranger to rail her and scramble her insides.”
My body zings with jealousy. Hell to the fucking no.
“I promise I’ll have as much fun as I can this week,” Iris replies. “But I’m not going to have sex with anyone else. Especially not now that I know amazing sex is rare. I’m hereby officially swearing off men for a long while.”
“I didn’t mean to imply Roman is your only shot at having amazing sex in your entire lifetime,” one of the women says. “Look, I know you think Roman is some kind of peerless sex god among men, but since you only have Brandon to compare him to, how would you know that? Brandon set the bar really low, honey. Once you start having sex with more and more people, maybe you’ll find out sex with Roman was only mediocre.”
Excuse me?
“No, Roman’s a legit sex god,” Iris insists. “I don’t need a basis of comparison to know that. All I need to know is he’s the most gorgeous, charming man I’ve ever met, and I had three orgasms with him.”
“Three?” both women simultaneously bellow.
“Okay, yeah, he’s definitely a sex god,” one of them quickly adds.
Thank you. Fucking hell.
Iris gasps. “Oh! I just remembered I have all those prepaid vouchers for ‘adventures for two’ for the week. I can do all that fun stuff by myself!”
Her friends react with enthusiasm.
“Thanks for the pep talk, ladies,” Iris says. “I’d better get going before Roman gets back.”
As Iris says her final goodbyes, I creep to the front door, open and close it loudly, and then stride into the room, breathing hard like I just finished my run mere minutes ago.
“Stay off the internet this entire week!” one of Iris’s friends shouts, just as I appear in the living room.