Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Fine. Got it. I need to go because Avalon’s waiting for me, but thanks for the gift, I guess.”
Rick chortles on the other side of the line.
“Remember to fuck her hard,” he sings. “At twenty, she’s just the right age. Old enough so that you can fuck her like an animal, but young enough so that her pussy’s still insanely tight. Have fun, my friend.”
Then, the bastard hangs up, leaving me staring at my cell. Damn, what a douche. But I’m grateful to Rick because what he said about my overall mood is true. I am exhausted, but it’s only partially due to work. Instead, I was babysitting my younger daughter, Ellie, this past week while her mom was on vacation. Sure, we have nannies, but I decided that this was the perfect time for some intensive parenting, and got my ass handed to me in the process.
After all, hanging out with a five-year-old is boring, inspiring, overwhelming, confusing, and tiring all at once. My daughter wanted to simultaneously watch a show on her iPad, eat berries, play with her favorite stuffie, and have her other toys ready to go nearby, just in case she decided to shift gears. Not to mention mealtimes. I’ve never met someone who only eats foods that are yellow and white, which drove me up the wall because who doesn’t eat vegetables for an entire week? I managed to get Ellie to take a few bites of banana once in a while, but that’s not the same as consuming a leafy green. I’m going to talk to Belinda about this because our daughter can’t possibly be getting the right nutrients given her picky eating habits. The kid needs a serious meal plan overhaul.
But yeah, Rick is right in that I came to the cabin for some peace and quiet. After seven days 24/7 with my daughter, I’m ready to relax in solitude, and the cabin is perfect because I’m way up high on Mount Tamalo, with my closest neighbor about five miles away. Cell service is spotty, so I keep a satellite phone handy, but even that can lose signal in a storm. As a result, I have the perfect retreat from the world when I’m here, and it’s a fucking godsend. As the CEO of two companies simultaneously, there are always people looking to reach me, and I’m glad to get away from that constant nattering.
But now, the curvy girl awaits. I make sure to keep a straight face as I stroll to the living room for our “CPR practice” so that Avalon doesn’t suspect. The gorgeous blonde has no idea that the gig is up, and that I’m onto her shenanigans. But I decide to play along a little longer because this could be fun. Why not amuse myself and toy with the curvy girl a bit? A CPR tutorial could be real intimate, and it’ll be sexy to be mouth to mouth, her tongue sliding against mine.
So I lie down on the rug, trying to keep my expression innocent.
“Let’s do some practice CPR,” I invite, hoping that my stiffie isn’t too obvious. “The best way to learn is a hands-on approach.”
I can tell that Avalon’s hesitant. I don’t blame her because this is not how most babysitting interviews go, but I’m enjoying myself and that’s what counts. She gets up and pads into the living room to stand beside me, her golden hair forming a halo around her head.
“Okay,” she says in a slow voice. “What should I do next?”
“Pretend I’m a child who’s unresponsive,” I say. “Get down on your knees, and start administering CPR. It’s the same as adults, with thirty chest compressions followed by two breaths, but more gentle. You might even want to use just one hand during the chest compressions to make sure you’re not harming the child.”
She stares at me, a pretty flush on those pink cheeks.
“But you’re not a child.”
“Just pretend,” I say persuasively. “Come on, give it a go.”
The beautiful blonde swallows, hesitating for a moment, and I wonder if she’s going to call everything off. I wonder if Avalon’s going to spill the beans and reveal that actually, she’s here on behest of Sweet Lies and Rick Purdy’s dirty intentions.
But the golden goddess straightens her shoulders and then gets down on her knees beside my recumbent form.
“Okay,” she murmurs. “I’m going to put my hands on your chest and do some compressions. If they’re too strong, tell me and I’ll use one hand. Just let me know because I don’t want to hurt you.”
I chuckle, distracted by the silky tendrils of hair wisping around her cheeks, as well as the lushness of her big breasts. Damn, the young girl is gorgeous and I can smell a sweet floral scent now that she’s close. How easy would it be to drag her face towards me for a passionate kiss?