Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
I try to distract myself before another pressure wave can surface by blasting my go-to Mollie May playlist. I don’t care if I’m a loser for liking her. There’s a reason she’s the biggest pop star in the world and plays sold-out stadiums. Her songs are catchy.
Dante meets me at the main entrance of the track, which is totally empty despite being open for go-karts.
“You weren’t kidding about it being dead,” I remark as I follow him inside.
“I keep telling my pops it’s a waste of electricity to keep the place open when kids are in school. But the old man is stubborn.”
Dante nods toward the sole employee at the indoor ticket counter, then leads me outside again through the back doors. We end up in a hangar-like structure about a hundred yards from the main track. It’s a garage, I realize. The soft strains of country music waft out of a large external speaker. On the far end of the large space sits a black Ferrari with its hood propped open.
Dante swipes a wrench from a metal rack and wanders toward the sports car. “I’m going to keep working while we chat if you don’t mind.”
“You service these vehicles yourself? I’m surprised they let you do that. For insurance purposes.”
“Nah, this one’s mine.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I exclaim. “This car belongs to you?”
“I mean, it’s an older model—”
“It’s a Ferrari, Dante!” My jaw is on the concrete.
“Yeah, but Pops was gonna get rid of it. Clients don’t want to drive it. And it needs a lot of work.”
“He just…gave you a Ferrari.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m never getting a salary again. I’ll pretty much be working here for free for the rest of my life but…” He shrugs. “I mean…”
“Totally worth it,” I agree. “I’m going to borrow it. You do realize that, right?”
My friend snorts. “I’m not letting you drive this car. Ever.”
“But you let me drive the other ones,” I protest.
“Because you’re a client, and clients are insured to drive the track cars. This baby’s mine now. You’re not on my insurance.”
“Then add me! I’ll pay for it myself.”
He grins. “You are such a car slut.”
“I am a car slut. And I don’t care if anyone knows.”
Dante gestures to the foldable lawn chair against the wall. “Pull up a chair. Sit.”
“I’m too antsy to sit.” I wander around the garage, my boots wearing holes in the floor. “I need advice. I’ve been chatting with these guys online—”
“Nice. I was hoping this would be a man problem. All right. Let’s dig in.” He wipes his hands on a rag, then reaches into a nearby cooler. “What’s your poison?”
“Anything nonalcoholic.”
“You’re no fun.” But he tosses me an energy drink instead.
Great. That’s the last thing I need—to chug a Power Monster AKA Adderall in liquid form. My mind’s already racing as it is. But I still crack open the tab and take a long swig.
“Okay, so these guys you’re talking to… Are they hot?”
“Next level hot,” I moan. “And they want to meet me.”
“So what’s the problem—” Dante stops, answering his own question. “Right. You don’t like dating multiple people at the same time. I remember you said that once.”
“No, that’s not the issue. They don’t want to meet separately. This isn’t two different guys. It’s like one guy, but two.”
“You totally lost me.”
“They’re like one guy because it’s one account. They’re one account.”
“For someone who’s supposed to be super intelligent, you’re not articulating this well at all.” He sputters with laughter. “What the hell are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying that the two of them share an account the same way they like to share women.”
Dead silence falls over the garage.
Dante gapes at me. Then he breaks out in a delighted grin.
“You were shopping for a threesome?”
“Well, not actively. But I saw their profile and…like I said, next level hot. We matched, and we’ve been chatting for a few weeks, but now they want to meet in person.”
“Okay. Great. Do it.”
His lack of hesitation gives me pause. “Really? You think I should go and have a drink with them?”
“Why did you spend all this time chatting with them then? If you just wanted a little bit of cyber action, cool. But that’s a long time to keep talking to someone. Or someones, I guess.” He searches my face. “Do you want to have a drink with them?”
I bite my lip in dismay. “I’ve never done anything like this before, Dante.”
“First time for everything.”
“What if I meet them and don’t want to hook up?”
“Then I’m afraid to inform you, but you’ll have to lie there like a sacrificial virgin and let them run train on you.”
“What!”
He doubles over laughing. “Jesus, Charlie! If you don’t want to hook up, then you won’t hook up. No one’s forcing you to have sex with two guys. Where do they want to meet?”