Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Waverly stares at all of the guys, her brows going up. “Well damn, is there somewhere online you order these hotties or did you just get lucky?”
Cohen snorts a laugh, and then looks to her. “You’re a firecracker, we were warned.”
Waverly grins. “Indeed I am. What’s your name, handsome? I bet it’s something super sexy like Colton or Brax? Please don’t tell me it’s Greg or John because that’ll kill all my sexual fantasies and I’ll have to immediately remove you from the spank bank.”
Briella giggles. Cohen laughs.
“Name is Cohen, honey. And you can keep me in the spank bank.”
Waverly laughs, and then looks to the other guys.
“Samson,” Samson says, waving a hand.
Kendric goes next. “Kendric.”
Mykel looks at Waverly for a minute, a long, long minute, studying her. I’d say he looks unimpressed, but I’m not sure that’s the problem. He’s staring at her like he’s not quite sure what to make of her.
“Do you have a name?” she asks him, tipping her head to the side.
“Mykel. Not for the fuckin’ spank bank.”
He stands and looks to me. “Can we have a word?”
“I’d say your man Mykel here doesn’t approve of me, boss man,” Waverly mutters, glaring at Mykel.
“We got a problem?” I ask him, holding his gaze.
“Yeah, we do. She’s not takin’ this seriously. She’s not the right kind of person to deal with what we’re puttin’ her into.”
“Excuse me?” Waverly says, her voice shocked. “I’m sorry, I’d like to know how you got to know me so damned quickly to make such an assumption?”
Mykel ignores her. “She’s too mouthy, too ... bold. The girls this guy is takin’, they’re sweet and soft. Like fuckin’ flowers. Broken and delicate. They’re never goin’ to fall for her.”
“I’m sorry, is he deaf?” Waverly demands. “Because he’s not seeming to hear me when I speak.”
Mykel looks to her. “Got nothin’ against you, don’t know you, but I do know that this is my fuckin’ club and you’re not right for the job.”
“Enough,” I growl. “Mykel, back down. Waverly knows what she’s gotta do, and I got confidence she can do it. You gotta trust me on that.”
“You’re makin’ a fuckin’ mistake, Pres. This girl ain’t the right one.”
“Gosh, your momma didn’t spank you nearly enough, mister. Your manners are terrible,” Waverly says, and then looks to Briella. “Let’s go and do this makeover so we can show judgy mcjudgy pants over here that I’m going to kick this challenge in the ass!”
Briella looks to Mykel, shakes her head a little, and then follows Waverly out the door.
When she’s gone, I look to him. “Out of line, brother.”
“Not fuckin’ out of line. You’re not seein’ this for what it is. He’ll see right through her.”
“She can put on an act, Mykel. She’s not fuckin’ stupid. She knows what she has to do.”
Mykel shakes his head. “You’re making a mistake.”
“You’re questionin’ me and you shouldn’t be. I know what I’m doin’ here, and you need to roll with it or stay out of it. Choice is yours, brother.”
Mykel stares at me, frustration in his eyes, but then he turns and walks out.
Fuck.
This isn’t going to plan.
At all.
7
BRIELLA
“So,” I say, standing next to Waverly with a box of hair dye. “Blonde or brown?”
She scrunches up her nose, and stares at me in the mirror. I laugh at her expression. I like Waverly, a lot. She’s funny and she’s sassy. She has more character than any woman I’ve met and to be quite honest, I’m glad to have a friend. Other than Karen, I don’t really have anyone right now and it feels nice to have someone to talk to. Waverly and I hit it off right away. Like we had been friends forever.
“Do I have to?” she moans, looking at her purple strands. “I don’t think I can be sweet and innocent. What color does sweet and innocent even look like? Blonde? Like a fragile little doll? Or brown, like plain Jane next door? Ugh. This sucks.”
“How about both?” I offer. “We can wash the purple out of your hair, as I’m sure you had to bleach it to get it in, and we can make those a soft blonde and then with the rest we can just clean it up and leave it as close to your natural color as possible.”
“My hair is ugly, no, let’s go the blond streaks and make the base chocolate brown. I always wanted to have chocolate brown hair.”
I laugh.
Right now, her hair is a medium brown, with purple tossed throughout. It actually suits her, and I can see it’s been done well. I’m sure making her hair a touch deeper with the brown will make her look even prettier than she already is. She has amazing chocolate-milk eyes, and I’m sure this color will work a treat with those.