Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I’ll auction them on my site.”
“No! I want them. I’ll buy them. I need the shoes.”
I’m getting creeped out by the desperation in his voice. “They’ll be up for auction. See you next time!” I hit the end button and breathe out a sigh.
Time to make dinner. I hide the shoes in the closet and yank on a pair of shorts, then start the upload on the first video to my page. It takes forever because my computer is old, so I leave it to run while I head into the kitchen.
With Wilde in the house, I stick to basic meat. I start the grill up. There’s a twelve-pack of frozen burger meat I took out of the freezer this morning to thaw. I pull them out of the refrigerator now and pry them apart to lay on a plate. I sprinkle them with seasoned salt and Worcestershire sauce and pull out the condiments and buns then make a huge salad–the kind with shredded cheddar on top to weigh it down.
Clogged arteries will never be an issue in this house.
As soon as I hear the car pull up, I take the plate of burgers outside and put them on the grill, like a good little girl.
Dinner waiting when the parents get home. I’m earning my keep.
My mom doesn’t come out to kiss me, which bothers me a little, but I finish up and bring the pile of steaming meat inside.
Except it wasn’t my mom and Logan pulling up.
It was Wilde. And he’s been in my room.
In fact, he’s standing in the kitchen holding up my laptop.
“Care to explain?”
Wilde
I’m not sure I believed what I saw on Rayne’s laptop.
Foot porn?
I think that’s what it was. A video Rayne made of herself walking around and rubbing her legs together. Stroking her own feet.
I saw flashes of her panty-clad ass which made my dick painfully hard and made me want to smash the computer right there on the spot, so no one else ever sees that video.
The runt turns pale now, her azure eyes huge in her heart-shaped face. “What are you doing with that?” she snaps. She tries to reach for it, but I hold it up high, making her jump.
Despite the bravado, I scent her panic.
I shift it low, high, behind my back. I’m faster than her, and over a foot taller. She will never get this laptop from me. I make my voice extra casual. “I needed a change of clothes, and seeing how it’s my room, I went in.”
“Your clothes aren’t in there anymore. They’re in bins in the garage.” She’s speaking quickly, still lunging right and left to get at the laptop.
“Are you making foot porn, Rayne?”
“No. It’s, uh, a video for class. Art class. About perspective.”
I laugh. “That lie is not even plausible.”
“Truth is stranger than fiction.”
“Tell me or explain it to my dad when he gets here.”
She stops trying to reach behind my back, going still. She’s out of breath with high spots of color on her cheeks. The fact that I know what color panties she has on under those shorts makes it hard not to undress her in my mind.
I can see why she might be good at foot porn if that’s what this is. She has shapely legs. Tiny geisha feet. They’re bare right now, and I look at them with a new perspective. Yeah, they’re cute. She definitely looked hot as hell strutting around my bedroom in high heels.
“Explain it to me, Rayne.”
My dad’s car pulls up in the driveway. Rayne’s panicked gaze darts toward the garage.
“You’re almost out of time.”
Another glance. “Okay, fine.” She starts talking fast. “It’s foot porn. It pays really well, and I’m saving for college. Otherwise, there’s no way I’d make it, even with the partial scholarship.” She reaches out her hand. “Now give it here.”
The door from the garage opens.
Please, she mouths, her eyes wide and desperate.
I make her suffer for three more seconds then finally hand over the laptop. She lets out a sigh of relief as she snatches it from me and runs to her bedroom.
“Hi, hon,” Leslie, Rayne’s mom, chirps when they come in. “Oh, hi, Wilde. How was your day?”
My dad gives me his now customary glower.
I’m still in the dog house with him. Unless I figure out how to get back onto the Duke football team or in the NFL, I probably will be until the day I die.
“Good. I got a job at the auto shop, and I’m assisting Coach Jamison with the team.”
“That’s great!” Leslie says. I have to say, she’s really not bad. She has a kind presence, similar to Rayne’s. I don’t hate her living here with my dad. He needs someone like her to smooth his rough edges.
Rayne reemerges from her room and moves around, pulling out plates from the cupboard and placing them on the table.