Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
The only kind of woman I avoided like the plague was the innocent kind. The ones who didn’t know how to play the game. Because as much as I loved women, I would never fall in love again. I’d made that decision long ago, and once I made up my mind about something, I was the most stubborn bastard a person did meet.
I’d encountered enchanting, intelligent, funny, beautiful women from all over the world. I’d even fucked a fair few of them. And in the last fifteen years, I hadn’t fallen in love with a single one. If they couldn’t do it for me, no one could.
I was immune to the emotion.
Which was why I sought out women like actor Angeline Potter when I needed a distraction. Angeline would most likely talk my ear off about the minutiae of her day at the spa, all the while bitching about everyone in her life, but she would offer me a small reprieve from my concerns.
My writer’s block was still very much in force. It was driving me up the wall. It was scaring the shit out of me.
And I remembered seeing Angeline arrive at the estate for the weekend. I might have gone down on her at the last Ardnoch Christmas party. She seemed open to another recurrence of my head between her toned thighs, so I’d thought, why not?
I’d gone to her room and part of me admired her honesty when she agreed to fuck under the condition that she was a selfish lover and I wasn’t to expect reciprocation.
Thinking she meant she expected to receive head but not give it, I agreed. I went down on her, she came, and then when I was inside her, she came again. I did not expect her to then hurry me up to orgasm like an impatient harpy.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, just fucking come already,” she’d snapped multiple times, lying there with a bored expression beneath me.
I’m afraid it rather killed my urgency to climax.
On the contrary, I pulled out of her and fell onto my back, staring at the ceiling, balls blue, wishing like hell I’d just stayed in my room and masturbated my boredom away. Limpid jade eyes that darkened with an unexpected fire filled my vision, and I scrubbed my hand over my face in frustration.
Sarah McCulloch had entered my thoughts far too often these past few days since her clandestine visit to my room.
Long, elegant fingers smoothed over my chest. I turned to stare stonily into Angeline Potter’s now soft countenance.
“Stay. Cuddle.”
What the fuck? I hadn’t even come and she didn’t give a rat’s arse. Again, part of me admired her selfishness and sense of worth. The other half disliked her greatly for it. What can I say? I’m complicated.
“I don’t cuddle.” I pushed up off the bed.
“Fair enough.” She shrugged and snuggled back down under the bedcovers, eyes drowsy.
I smirked in disbelief, shaking my head. I wondered how many men had treated Angeline the same way and if she’d finally just decided to hell with all of them. If they were going to treat her as disposable, she’d do the same. If that was true, good for her.
After I returned from the bathroom where I disposed of the somewhat used condom, I pulled on my underwear and trousers. Angeline’s eyes popped open. “Oh. My friend, Kitty—Kitty Lawson.”
I nodded. I knew of Kitty. She was a respected British actor, and I’d put Kitty on a list of actors I wanted to work with. You know, whenever my writer’s block ended and I had a bloody script ready for development.
“She fancies you and has been going on and on about finding a way to meet you … but I’d rather you didn’t dip your wick in my friend pool now that we’ve fucked. And Kitty’s one of my best friends, you know.”
Pulling on my shirt, I tried to mask my irritation. I was an imperfect man. I knew my faults. But I liked to think disloyalty wasn’t one of them. Friendship was the one state of human pairing that meant something to me. “You fucked me even though your best friend has a crush on me. How very catty schoolgirl of you, darling.”
Angeline shrugged lazily, brushing her sex-mussed hair off her face. “I like taking what others covet.”
Feeling the sudden need to shower, I shoved on my shoes, my expression a mask of cold boredom. “You didn’t take a fucking thing, darling. But I’ll be sure to tell Kitty how much her friendship means to you when we cross paths.” Turning, I strode to her door, hearing her outraged gasp.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Oh, if the mood strikes me, I can be a bit of a shit-stirrer. I absolutely would dare.” Flashing her a dark grin, I marched out of her room, ignoring the curse words she threw at me. They were muffled as the door closed behind me, and I made my way toward the stairwell.