Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
“No, I did not.” Hack pointed to him. “You saw me. I merely dropped them. I didn’t throw them. And I didn’t know they were in that envelope.”
“What did you think was in the envelope?” Cash asked incredulously.
“Well, I certainly didn’t think it was a bunch of glittery dicks,” Hack replied.
“Who put them there?” Cash asked.
“I’d like to know that too. My best guess would be your sister. Although maybe not. She knows where that would get her.” He winked at Addie who probably looked rather alarmed.
She was beginning to wonder if the vacuum could handle a bunch of glittery dicks.
“Oh, well, it’s done now, isn’t it?” Hack said. “And really, you can never have too many dicks in your life, right?”
“Yes, you can,” Cash told him. “More than one is too many.”
“Now, now, don’t be small-minded. We know plenty of people who have menage relationships. And there’s that country where reverse harems are the norm. Lots of dicks in those relationships.”
Cash folded his arms over his chest. “Are you saying that you would let somebody else into your relationship with my sister?”
“What? Of course not. Your sister doesn’t need anyone else but me. I’m all the dick she needs. Hmm, that sounded better in my head.”
Addie found herself hiding a smile.
“Right,” Cash said. “So in that case, more dicks are not better then, are they?”
“Ahh, but those aren’t glitter dicks,” Hack pointed out. “When they’re glitter dicks, more is always better.”
She didn’t want to say it, but she agreed with Hack. Except for the fact that she would have to clean them all up.
That wouldn’t be fun.
“Let’s get back to what we were really talking about before Cash started going on about having multiple diddles in a relationship,” Hack said.
Diddles?
She giggled. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard that word before. Or at least not used by a cute doctor who kind of looked like a hot biker.
“Do you want to have Doctor Hack the adult-fixer-upperer or Doctor Hack the glitter-little-fixer-upperer.”
Was fixer-upperer actually a word?
Also what was she going to do? Old Addie would have hidden her Little side, too worried that they would humiliate or laugh at her.
But this Addie was trying to be braver.
Besides, she was fairly certain that Cash wouldn’t let anyone embarrass her. Or make her feel small.
“Doctor Hack the glitter-little-fixer-upperer,” she said croakily.
“Whew,” Hack said. “That’s my favorite persona. Boring normal doctor Hack is super, well, boring.”
“No glitter dicks?” she asked, feeling herself growing red.
“Definitely not,” he said. “Not that I put those glitter dicks into my bag. I mean, why would I want to have a bunch of glitter dicks in my bag?”
“Are you just seeing how often you can say the words glitter dicks?” Cash asked dryly.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Hack asked, winking at her.
She grinned.
“Don’t encourage him, Addie,” Cash told her. “You don’t know how insufferable he can be.”
“I take offense to that. I might start to think you don’t like me.”
“I don’t.”
“Cash!” she gasped. “No lying.”
Cash turned his frown on her. “No talking. And, fine, I like you just fine. I also like giving you a hard time.”
“Aww, be still my heart.” Hack tapped his chest. “But, young lady, Cash is right. From now on, I don’t want you to talk, all right?”
She nodded, feeling frustrated.
“Let’s have a look at your throat, shall we? Hmm. Now, where did I put my thingee-looking-down-throat-ly bulb? And the thing that makes the bright light, I’m going to need that. Throats are dark sorts of things, you know?”
She wasn’t sure what to say to that. How come he couldn’t remember what anything was called? Glancing over her shoulder, she gave Cash an alarmed look.
Cash shook his head. “He’s just joking, trying to put you at ease, even if he’s not very funny.”
“I’ll have you know that lots of people find me funny. Your sister finds me funny,” Hack told him.
“Yes, well, I guess my sister’s an exception. She seems to find you a lot of things.”
“Why, yes, she does,” Hack replied.
Cash grunted. “I think we better stop talking about my sister before I decide to punch you in the face for all the things you do to her behind closed doors.”
All the things that Hack did to her behind closed doors? Did he hurt her? Hit her? What was he talking about?
“He’s not talking about anything bad,” Hack told her quickly, obviously reading the look on her face. “He’s just talking about the sexy things.”
“No brother wants to think about his sister doing those sorts of things,” Cash explained.
Oh, that was his problem. Now she got it. Relief filled her. She didn’t want to think about Cash’s sister being abused like that, or that a man Cash might be friends with was doing it.
Hack sent Cash a look. “It would be nice if you didn’t go around implying that I did terrible things to your sister.”