Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snap to the geek. “What does it look like?” he answers as he spins her
around and she laughs out loud.
“It looks like you are trying to get yourself murdered,” I spit.
Natasha does an over exaggerated point at me. “Hey, murder on the dance floor. That’s funny.” She bursts into laughter and starts running her hands over her eyes in a pulp fiction move. I glare at her in return.
“Get lost, idiot. She’s here with me,” the loser replies as he twists her, so she has her back to me.
“I don’t think so.” I pull her from his grip.
“Joshua,” she giggles as she falls onto my chest. I put my arm around her in a protective gesture.
My eyes flick to Ben who is now standing with her bodyguard against the wall. He nods in approval.
“We’re leaving,” I snap
“No, we are not, we are leaving when I say, and I say not yet. I want another drink,” she replies as she pulls from my grip and then stumbles toward the bar.
I narrow my eyes after her and follow her angrily to the bar.
“What will it be?” the male bartender smiles to her. She leans forward onto her elbows on the bar and smiles
cheekily at him. “What do you want it to be?” She giggles.
I grab her angrily by the arm. “I tell you what it’s going to be. You’re going home immediately. You are out of control.” I jerk her toward me.
She screws up her face. “Fun cop.” “Me?” I snap.
“Yes, you.”
I narrow my eyes at her again.
“Shouldn’t you be talking dirty to me about now?” she whispers as she looks at my lips and smiles affectionately at me.
Why does she have to have those perfect dimples when she smiles at me? How much can a man take? I need to find some resistance…and quickly. I can feel it slipping by the minute.
“Something about me being creamy and wet,” she whispers. My eyes widen as she runs her hands down her perfect body and back up to settle on her hips. The way her neck is arched in the light I could just sink my teeth straight into it. I feel myself harden at the thought.
Bridget walks over to us. “Hey.” I drop my eyes to somehow hide my devious thoughts.
I talk into my drink as I take a sip. “Didge, control Natasha or I am taking her home, and she’s going to cop it.” My eyes drop back to Natasha’s perfect leg….they need to be around my ears, while I give her what she needs…hard.
Bridget smiles broadly at me. “Take her home Joshua, in fact I dare you to take her home.”
I look at her sarcastically and Adrian walks over to us.
Natasha grabs him in an embrace. “Adrian, come and swim in the pool with me.” He pulls back immediately.
“We are not going to the pool bar. No way in hell.” The pool bar located outside is massive and is a full marble bar all around a huge swimming pool. People are in and out of it all night…very drunk people. The toilets are unisex in that part of the club, if you know what I mean.
“Natasha, you are not going swimming in that dress,” I snap. “It will be totally see-through.”
She smirks at Bridget. “He’s very whiny tonight, isn’t he? He really should just shut up and look pretty over there.” She points her wine glass at me as she stumbles to the side again, her wine sloshing over her glass.
Bridget and Adrian laugh into their drinks as they both grab her arm to steady her.
“How about I put that smart mouth of yours to good use.” My eyes hold hers.
She giggles into her drink. “Maybe you should.”
“What have you girls been doing today anyway?” Adrian asks.
Natasha grabs his arm. “Oh my God, Adrian, you won’t believe it. I hardly believe it myself.”
Bridget waves at Natasha and shakes her head to signify silence, she puts her finger to her lips in a sshh signal. Natasha ignores her.
“We had massages today…with happy endings.” She nods to accentuate her point.
I spit my drink out. “What?” I snap angrily Bridget and Adrian burst into laughter.
Fury rips through me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell. She giggles into her glass. “Abbie organized it. It was awesome by the way. His name was Antonio.”
Fucking Abbie. “You had sex with a masseur?” I yell. I’m furious, some dirty masseur had his hands all over her. My skin bristles with jealousy.
She screws up her face and pushes me in the chest. “No, just a massage, silly…but I might on my next visit. Who knows what could happen? I’m mixing it up.” She wobbles her head at me and does a bicep curl. “It’s actually pretty fun being bad you know.” She giggles into her glass as she staggers sideways.