Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
But there’s a time for everything, and that time wasn’t now. So instead, we went easy.
“Hey you,” I drawled lazily.
A beautiful smile wreathed the female’s face before she snapped to. Oh yeah, it was like there were birds tweeting, baby deer coming to lie at our feet as violins played. But there were people around, so the girl quickly took her seat.
“Hi, everyone. Sorry I’m late,” came that sweet voice.
And the woman reached for an ice cold glass of water then. Like a parched desert traveler, she gulped the liquid, throat visibly moving with each swallow. That’s right baby, put out that fire starting inside of you. You know you want some more of what we gave you.
But enough is enough. There was no need for a show. We were about to launch into normal conversation when Stacy’s screech cut through the air.
“Kane is a CEO, did you know? A real, live CEO!” she tittered. But it didn’t stop then. “His company is buying Little Mortie’s Cupcakes, we love that stuff, don’t we girls?”
The woman’s voice literally made me nauseous, difficult to stay upright in my seat. But none of the other ladies noticed.
Linda on my left chimed in, “He must be worth millions!”
And then Elaine waltzed over from nowhere, determined to have the last word.
“Actually, they’re billionaires,” she said smugly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Count ‘em girls. That’s nine zeros, in case you need help.”
I frowned at the blonde. Bride or no bride, this was bad manners. Never talk about money or religion, got it? But Elaine is unstoppable, nodding proudly as if we were her sons.
Collectively, more ooh’s and ahh’s rose around the table. Damn, these skinny chicks were getting wet just thinking about our money. They were all so turned on by our huge bank accounts and nothing more. Shit. Women are the same everywhere huh? Up in New York and down here in the middle of nowhere as well.
But Katie seemed unaffected by the news. She merely nodded her head slightly in acknowledgment before turning to address us.
“I love Little Mortie’s Cupcakes,” she said with a genuine smile. “The caramel swirl fudgies are my favorite.”
The other girls looked quizzically at each other. What were fudgies? Some kind of fudge slash brownie mix? Clearly, Little Mortie’s wasn’t a win for them.
But Mason and Tyler nodded their heads approvingly. Of course, Katie was the type of girl that loved Little Mortie’s. Further, I’m sure she enjoyed eating a juicy, rare hamburger, loaded with everything and washing it down with a milkshake made with whole milk too. Our female loves food and isn’t afraid to hide it.
Smiling brilliantly, she turned to me next.
“How was your night?” came the soft question.
Was she being serious? The girl knew how my night had been because I’d spent it with her. Or more accurately, we’d spent it with her.
But the crowd didn’t have to know, so discretion was key.
“It was real good,” Tyler said smoothly.
“Best night ever,” Mason growled, before lifting a drink to his lips.
“People should get married more often,” I added, not to be outdone. “Weddings seem to bring something out in people, don’t you agree?”
The suggestive question had those cheeks going pink again, the girl gasping quietly in her seat. But she didn’t give in either. Instead, the woman turned our way.
“I’m glad you’re all enjoying your stay in our little town. I know coming from a big city, Knox must be real small in comparison.”
Small was an understatement. More like a smudge on the map, a squashed bug leaving its trace.
But that wasn’t the point. Taking a deep breath, Katie looked us straight in the eye then.
“And how long before you return to New York?”
Ah ha, the million dollar question. The three of us shared a look. We’d discussed this last night after arriving back at the hotel. If we hadn’t met Katie last night, it would have been sayanora, peace out immediately. I’d probably be sitting in my home office this very moment catching up on some work, the weekend already forgotten.
But after last night, everything was different. This girl was special. She wasn’t just any piece of female flesh. Katie was sweet, innocent, and pure, in a way that you don’t find anymore. You could look all the way down to South American, or all the way up to the North Pole, and there’d be no one like her.
So yeah, we wanted more.
Soon.
Fast.
Bad.
Tyler shot her a long, searching look.
“Actually, our plans have changed. We’re going to be in Knox for a while. You got a recommendation for some tour companies? Someone to show us around?”
And sure enough, the female’s face lit up. It was like a bulb going off inside, a smile wreathing her lips, internal joy projected outwards. Was she just as excited as we were about the possibility of more time together?