Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Finally he was able to hold himself steady enough that he could drag me on top of him and we both lay there, eyes wide, moving as little as possible. A slow grin spread across his face and he whispered to me, “I knew it.”
“Never let go, baby,” I whispered back.
He laughed and that was all it took for us to capsize.
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Carson
We got out of the water and dried off and collapsed on the lounge chairs. I kept one eye on Grace’s bikini-clad body as she closed her eyes and dozed off for a little while.
I walked over to the bar and ordered us a couple beers, and when she stretched and opened her eyes fifteen minutes later, I handed her, her drink. “Thanks. Sorry, was I out for long?”
“I’m glad you were. I need you well rested for tonight.”
She smiled teasingly at me. “Why? Are we going to work through more emotional cinematic issues?”
“Same one. Only we’re gonna use the bed as the flotation device.”
“You really do need extensive help, don’t you? I might have to start charging.”
I took the beer out of her hand and pulled her over on top of me. “Name your price. I’ll pay it,” I said, squeezing her ass and tickling her ribs.
“Ahhh! Carson, you’re gonna make me pee on you,” she squealed.
“Kinky. But not at the pool, baby. Not everyone’s into that kinda smut. You’re gonna shock some—”
“Grace? Is that you?” a male voice asked.
My head came up and Grace’s whipped around. She sat up and was over on her own lounger so fast, my hands were still positioned where her ass had been milliseconds before.
There was a tall, brown-haired guy in swim trunks standing at the end of our lounge chairs looking at Grace with a worried expression on his face.
“Parker! Hi. Oh my goodness. I didn’t even know you’d be here this weekend! Hi!”
“Hi,” he said, looking over at me, clearly waiting for an introduction.
Grace ignored it.
“So, how are you enjoying the conference so far?” she asked, tilting her head and smiling at him. I saw his eyes dart down to her practically naked body before he answered, and I felt my hands curling into fists.
“Uh, it’s good. I really liked Professor Fulton’s talk this afternoon. What did you think? I didn’t see you there.”
“Oh, um, I’ve been sitting in the back mostly. Yeah, the talk was good. Very informative.” She nodded her head vigorously. I wondered if this geeky bozo could see how full of shit she was. If he couldn’t, he didn’t know her very well. My muscles relaxed.
Finally, he just stuck his hand out to me and said, “Parker Gray, I’m in school with Grace.”
I shook and opened my mouth to speak when Grace cut in: “This is Rick…Ryder. He’s in law school at, uh, Stanford.”
What the fuck? Was she kidding around? I glanced over at her. By the distressed look on her face, I could see she wasn’t. Something heavy formed in my stomach.
Parker looked dubious. “Stanford, huh? Great school. How do you two know each other?”
“Oh, Rick’s parents are friends of the family. You know. We go way back. Right, Rick?”
“Sure, Grace. Way back.”
“Oh, well, it’s cool that you two got to see each other here then. What’s your law focus, Rick?” Parker asked.
I gave Parker a thin smile and glanced at Grace. She still looked panicked. My eyes traveled down to her cleavage.
“Well, Parker, I would say my focus is… parts inspection.”
Parker looked confused. “Oh, you mean like the law surrounding industrial labor laws?”
“Sure, Parker.”
Grace laughed nervously. “Well, it was great to see you, Parker. We’ll have to do coffee when we get back.”
Parker turned his confused face from me and grinned at Grace, his eyes sweeping her body again. “Sounds good. I’ll call you.”
“Okay.” She gave him a little wave, tilting her head. Why did it feel like I’d shrunk several inches since Parker had shown up?
I watched him turn his scrawny body and walk away. I was legions above him in the looks department, so why did I fucking hate Parker Gray?
I turned to Grace. “Rick Ryder?” I asked. “Nice save if you didn’t want him to know what I do.”
“He’s too straitlaced to get it. Hell, yesterday, I wouldn’t have gotten it.” She fell back in her lounger, exhaling.
My chest felt tight and I wanted to punch something. “Ready?” I said, gathering our things.
“Oh, okay…if you are.” She looked at me nervously. “Carson, I’m sorry, it just wouldn’t look good for my career if it got out that I was canoodling with a porn star.”
“Canoodling, Grace? Jesus, I don’t even know what the fuck that is.”
“You’re mad,” she said, biting her lip.
“No, I’m not mad. I’m just ready to leave.”
She nodded and started grabbing her stuff too, putting it into her bag. It was then that I spotted Tawny Anderson, a girl who worked for the same company I did. She was a beautiful redhead with a killer body. I hadn’t ever made a film with her, but she had propositioned me for some extracurricular time on many occasions. I had never taken her up on it.