Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Once we get up to the VIP area, I look around and take it all in. It’s similar to the bottom floor, but definitely not as packed. There is a small dance floor in the main area with several booths surrounding the outside perimeter that are roped off so people can sit and relax.
As he drags me along the outside of the dance floor toward the booths, I’m able to check him out from the back, and let me tell you, his backside is as sexy as his front. He’s wearing jeans that fit perfectly across his nice ass and has on dress shoes, which are clearly expensive. He’s wearing a silver watch with a logo I’ve seen before, but could never afford. Looking at his rolled-up sleeves, I spot a bit of tattoos peeking out. What I would give to take a closer look at those tattoos. He’s dressed nice, yet still casual, as if he takes pride in how he dresses but isn’t out to impress anybody.
When we finally come to a stop, there are several people hanging out. I count three large men similar to him—all of them good looking, dressed up, and full of tats as well. With each guy, there are at least two women—that I can tell right off the bat are out of my league—hanging on to each of them. These women are dressed to the nines in tight, sexy dresses, and have the sex appeal I could only dream about. My little black dress looks like something a nun would wear compared to what these women have on.
Spotting a couple of the women giving the guys lap dances, I wonder if they’re getting paid, but then I really look at these guys and see how hot they are—there’s no way they would need to pay any woman to dance for them. There are several bottles of liquor covering the table with tumblers and shot glasses all over. One of the guys—who has only one woman dancing on his lap while he grabs her ass with one hand and drinks something that looks like vodka from his other hand—sees us walking over and nods his head to the guy I’m with.
We approach the booth and one of the other guys pats the girls on their asses to move them out of the way so he can let my guy sit down. Hmm… my guy? That has a nice sound to it. What the heck am I thinking? I’m only here for seven days and this guy is way out of my league. I have college to focus on for the next four years. Sure, I would like to date, but something tells me this guy is nothing like the college guys I’ll be meeting at ULV.
He wraps his arms around my waist and settles into the booth pulling me into his lap with him. I fall willingly and cuddle up close, crossing my legs the best I can so nobody gets a peak up my dress. He begins to nuzzle his face into my neck, and a shiver goes down my spine. He must feel it because he laughs softly. Moving my hair off of my neck, he presses his mouth against my sensitive skin where my shoulder meets my neck. I feel the soft brush of his cool lips against my warm skin, and I sigh outwardly. If my panties get any more drenched, I’m going to need to excuse myself to go remove them in the bathroom.
“Yo, Coop. How’s it going?”
The guy who’s lap I’m in pauses what he’s doing to me to look up at the guy speaking to him. Coop? Is that short for Cooper? Where have I heard that name before? Holy Cow! This is the VIP guy… the special guest who invited us in.
Looking around at the women once again, I wonder why in the world he’d invite us up here when he already has women like them surrounding him. Maybe he invited Kayla up. She’s pretty hot, but even she isn’t at the same level as these girls, though I would never tell her that. As he goes to respond to his friend, I cut in, giving voice to my thoughts.
“Did you invite my friend Kayla up here?”
“Who’s Kayla?” He looks at me with genuine confusion. God, he’s so beautiful. A girl could easily get lost in this man.
“The girl the bouncer invited in by a VIP guy named Cooper.”
“I don’t know who Kayla is, but I did ask the bouncer to invite you, and whoever was with you, in. As I was getting out of my car, I saw you walking to the end of the line.”
“Did you see my friend Kayla? She was in the silver dress. Are you sure you didn’t mean to invite her in?”