Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“It’s fine. There weren’t that many.” My gaze shifted away, landing on the clear plastic container where we stored stuff for bachelorette parties. It was full of pink and white feather boas and more dick-themed items than I could have ever imagined.
“Madison came home for lunch,” he added, “and I got . . . distracted.”
“Hope you got some good content,” I teased.
“You know, sometimes we fuck just because we want to, right?” he said lightly. “There doesn’t need to be a camera rolling.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
He’d been shooting porn for two years, and I was fine with that, but every once in a while, I remembered how wild it was. Strangers paid to watch my friend and his girlfriend do everything, including other people.
I had mad respect for them because I couldn’t do it. Even if I had that much confidence in my body, and my game, to put it all out there, I couldn’t picture myself having a strong enough relationship where I was sure my partner would come back after being with someone else.
I was far too competitive to share.
But the voyeur aspect? Yeah. That wouldn’t bother me at all. It was kind of hot.
“I’m not saying we didn’t record it, though.” Colin flashed me a guilty smile. “Sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” He glanced around the space before refocusing on me. “What else needs to get done?”
“We need to talk about Troy’s launch party. Did you see the email from Warbler?”
The biggest thing we needed to discuss was changes to the VIP section, now that they’d confirmed Stella would be attending as a special guest. She was a massive star, and had been the one to help launch Troy’s career, but her attendance came with challenges. We’d need more space for her people in the VIP area, which meant we’d have to adjust the layout with the furniture rental company.
“Yeah,” he said. “I have some ideas about that.”
There was a coffee shop nearby, and we spent the next ninety minutes there with our laptops, dividing and conquering our punch list for the event. We’d found our rhythm as co-owners over the last year. He was the negotiator, the marketer, and the money, whereas I managed the planning and design.
Once we’d tackled all the things we wanted to discuss, I began to pack up my things.
Colin eyed me with interest. “You in a hurry?”
Yeah, I need to clean my room so I can bang your sister.
I swallowed hard. “Uh, not really, but I—”
“You remember Mads’ friend Jen? She was at the barbeque.”
Last month, Colin and Madison had hosted a Memorial Day thing with all their friends.
“Vaguely,” I lied because I hadn’t remembered being interested in anyone that day. It was probably because I’d been too hung up on Sydney. “Why?”
“She asked me if you’re single.”
I slowed to a stop with my laptop only halfway inside its protective sleeve and stared at him. Hopefully, the dread I felt wasn’t displayed on my face, and I forced indifference into the word. “Yeah?”
“Mads was wondering if the four of us could hang out some time.” He’d tried to sound nonchalant, but he’d failed.
I finished putting my laptop away and narrowed my eyes. “Like a double date?”
Colin lifted a hand in a gesture that said you got me. “I think you’d like her. She’s . . . fun.”
What the fuck did that mean? He’d said it like it was some sort of code word and gave me a knowing look.
Oh, shit. In the past he’d introduced some of his coworkers to me as friends.
My tone was heavy with annoyance. “I’m not cool going out with someone you guys have worked with.”
Colin made a face. “What? No. I was trying to tell you she’s,” he searched for the right phrase, “not picky with guys.” He chuckled. “Mads knows her from before. They were sorority sisters.”
“Not picky?” I repeated, momentarily offended.
He had the audacity to look at me like I needed to get real. “I could say the same thing about you.”
In the past, he would have been right. I wasn’t the most selective when it came to getting laid. But now?
Well, now I was highly selective. As in, there was only one girl I wanted.
“Think I’m gonna pass,” I said dryly.
It was like I’d just told him I didn’t like sex. His expression hung with confusion. “Why? She’s cute enough to give her one date.”
It wasn’t warm in the coffee shop, but I began to sweat anyway. “I’m not interested in dating right now.”
He looked dumbfounded. “Didn’t you ask out the receptionist at Warbler right after we closed with them?”
“That was a mistake,” I grumbled. Except if I hadn’t gone on that lackluster date with Charlotte, I wouldn’t have run into Sydney.
So, was it a mistake?
He laughed. “No shit. I tried to warn you.”