Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Well, I know what I’m getting then. Hell, maybe I’ll even order an extra helping of fries while I’m at it!” I joke.
“Go for it darling,” Clay urges me. “I want you to enjoy yourself, and again, burgers are this place’s specialty.” I feel myself light up as I sense the authenticity in his statement. Clay really does want me to be me, and there’s something so comforting in that kind of support. It’s something I haven’t experienced before.
“Besides, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” he continues. “I adore your curves. You know those thick hips and creamy thighs drive me crazy, Kitty. Shit, I could hardly concentrate at work this week because I just kept thinking about you.” I feel myself melting inside, overtaken with his compliments.
“Wow, I don’t think most men feel that way,” I murmur, shyly accepting his very direct compliment. He shrugs.
“There are too many women focused on being thin, instead of healthy. Now don’t get me wrong, obesity and being overweight are not attractive. That isn’t healthy either, and I like a vibrant, active woman. But you’re nowhere near obese, sweetling. Quite the opposite. In fact, you could put on twenty pounds and I think you’d look even better,” Clay growls, staring at me intently.
I melt inside, delighted to know he feels this way, and when the waiter approaches the table, I confidently order a cheeseburger with extra fries. Clay grins and asks for the same.
“Okay, so when I put on twenty pounds, you’re going to like me even more, right?” I tease.
Those blue eyes go almost black with passion.
“When those extra twenty pounds land, it means there will be extra padding for what I want to do to you,” he intones in a low voice so that no one else can hear. “I can’t wait for that to happen, sweetling.” I blush, but fortunately, the food arrives and we both dig in with relish. The burgers are delicious, and I take a huge bite, making ketchup spatter down my chin.
But the red squirt reminds me of something, and popping a fry into my mouth, I bring up the play party again.
“This club with no name…” I begin. My voice chokes a bit, but I force myself to continue. After all, I can’t help but wonder if this was a new venture for Clay, or a regular weekend affair. Plus, why did he choose to bring me? Surely, Clay can get any woman he wants: old, young, thick, thin, any shape or size. There must be plenty of women willing to service the handsome investor.
He looks up before taking a sip of his wine once more.
“What about the club, honey?”
I swallow. “Well, do you go there often?”
He looks thoughtful, but then his eyes slide back to me.
“Why? Is it a problem for you one way or the other?”
I shake my head, blushing.
“No, of course not. I’m just curious to know more about you and what you like.”
“You mean my sex life,” he grins with an arch of his brow.
My blush turns even hotter.
“Okay yes,” I say with a light giggle. “Considering what we’ve already done together, I think I have a right to know!”
He smiles and shrugs easily. “I go on occasion,” he says. “Generally, sex clubs don’t let single men in on their own purely as a safety precaution. After all, no sex club wants to be overwhelmed by horny single guys all trying to get laid.”
I cock my head.
“But what about women? Can single women go alone?”
He nods.
“Yeah, definitely. Beautiful single women like yourself are always welcome. You can never get enough of the unicorns.” But then he raises an eyebrow, shooting me a possessive glance. “But I wouldn’t want you to do that.”
“Oh no?” I ask, flirtatiously flipping my hair over one shoulder.
“I’d want you to go with me, of course,” he tells me in a deep, brook-no-doubt voice that sends an excited shiver down my spine. I uncross and recross my legs under the table, squeezing my thighs deliciously. An image of Clay taking me on the table in the playroom from behind flashes in my mind, causing me to moisten. But still, I press on with my line of questioning.
“I don’t know that I believe you, Clay,” I say in a light voice. “Are you sure the club won’t let you in if you’re alone? I feel like you have tricks up your sleeve.” He throws his head back with laughter, flashing even white teeth.
“Alright, you caught me Kitty. I’m friends with the owner, Bellarmine. Remember the woman who greeted us at the beginning? I’ve actually known her for years and she makes an exception to the rule for me because she knows I’ll behave myself,” he admits. I nod.
“I knew it!” I exclaim. “By the way, is Bellarmine lesbian or bi? I was definitely getting vibes.”