Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Shit, OK. That’s dirty. I look around, feeling quite embarrassed and flushed. I just know I am going to get some awesome sex tonight. I could come just by reading his texts. My phone beeps again:
Do you have any idea how hard you are going to cop it tonight?
I smile and shake my head, good god…hard I hope. I text back:
OK you win, I’m gagging. Pickup time is now. I will be up in a minute.
A few more tracks later I turn to find Adrian with another round of margaritas so, of course, I have to drink. I wouldn’t want to waste a perfect margarita; that would be blasphemy. Needless to say, I don’t go to find Joshua for about another forty minutes. Adrian and I head toward the stairs together.
“Josh has just texted me,” he says, smiling. “I have to take you out to the limo first and he will follow a few minutes later. It will be here in twenty minutes.” I frown, not understanding why. “He just doesn’t want you two to be photographed together.”
“Oh.” I nod. “OK, that makes sense.” I smile. When we get to the top of the stairs Adrian takes my hand to lead me through the crowd and I follow, not paying any attention. He suddenly stops and I run into his back.
“Let’s get a drink,” he says nervously and pulls me toward the bar, huh, why? I look over my shoulder at Joshua and see him talking to a blonde. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he’s scowling at her.
“Who is Joshua talking to?” I ask Adrian. He starts to fidget in his pockets, looking for money. “Um, not sure,” he murmurs without making eye contact with me. He’s lying and I don’t have to be a psychologist to know that. I look back over toward Joshua and the blonde and I see him mouth the words “Go away.” Huh, he knows that girl—I can tell by the way he’s annoyed with her. That wasn’t a casual brushoff. I go to walk toward them, and Adrian pulls me back by the hand.
“Hey, stay here.” He smiles as he pulls his arm around my shoulder. I look back over my shoulder and she is still talking to him. Actually, she looks…familiar. Where in the hell do I know her from? I hope she’s not an ex-patient. Abbie and Bridget come back up the stairs and head straight over to the meeting spot. I see Abbie’s back straighten when she sees the girl and her hand goes onto her hip…huh. She barrels straight over to Joshua and I can see him shuffle on his feet, he’s nervous…he’s hiding something. I wish I couldn’t read body language so well…it’s really annoying. I pull out of Adrian’s grip, which I now know for sure is so I don’t interrupt Josh, asshole, and head over toward them. Abbie is saying something to her, and I can tell by the way Abbie is talking that she is mad. What in the world is going on? Am I missing something? When I get to them Joshua immediately links our hands and, without making eye contact, whispers into my ear.
“We’re leaving.” Huh? He turns his back on the girl and gestures for me to walk in front of him. Hang on a minute—how exactly does he know this girl? I pull my hand out of his grip.
“Who is that woman?” I ask.
“Nobody,” he answers way too fast.
“Joshua, don’t lie to me,” I snap. She pushes around in front of Joshua and I see him make eye contact with his bodyguards and nod. This is ridiculous. What in the hell is happening here? She puts her hand out to shake my hand and I take it out of habit of good manners.
“Hello,” she purrs. I frown. “Hello.”
“And you are?” she asks as she raises her eyebrows.
“Leaving,” Joshua snaps as he steps in between us. He grabs my hand and twists me so I am standing behind him. It’s a defensive stance and I know that he thinks she is a threat…to what I don’t know. The bodyguards come and stand over her, asking in silence for her to leave. I pull out of his grip and walk back around him. What is his problem?
“Natasha, my name is Natasha,” I say.
She looks at Joshua and bubbles up a giggle. “You’ve got to be kidding. Her name is Natasha; she’s Natasha.” The blood drains out of my face as realization sets in. Oh fuck, she has seen his tattoo. This woman has slept with him. He grabs my hand again and I snatch it out of his and walk off to the bathroom. OK, I’m fuming. So, he hasn’t stuck to the deal, as if he would. Who was I kidding?