Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’m a lot of things, Evie, but I’m not a liar.”
“Good to know.”
“Great, now I want to know about you.”
“What about me?”
“Where are you from?”
“I was born in Georgia, but I grew up in Dallas. How about you?”
“Born and raised in Kentucky.”
“Oh, so you’re a country boy? Where’s your accent?”
In thick Southern twang, he responded, “Darlin’, I’m fixin’ to take ya home wit’ me, so ya can gimme some suga’.”
My hands flew to my mouth. “Ah! That’s the cutest accent I’ve ever heard!”
“Which is why I don’t use it. In my line of work, I need to be taken seriously. I’ve spent years perfecting my dialect.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a sports agent.”
“Interesting.”
I resisted the urge to ask him if he knew Jax, aware he would ask how I knew him and I’d have to lie. For some reason, I didn’t want our first conversation to have any lies.
“Is that why you’re all dressed up in a suit?”
He nodded, taking a swig of his drink.
“Do you have a brother you could introduce me to? I really like your accent.”
“I do, but we’re not close.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t like to share.”
I giggled. “Sucks for me then.”
“Darlin’, I can give you something to suck.”
My cheeks flushed. “You have a very dirty mouth, Caleb. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Every time my momma washed my mouth out with soap.”
“And still, you didn’t learn?”
“What can I say? I don’t follow orders very well.”
“I guess we have that in common.”
“Are you a bad girl, Evie? Am I going to have to take you over my knee?”
“I’m not much for spankings.”
“Be my good girl, and then I won’t have to.”
My?
Before I could give it another thought, he changed the subject. “Do you have any siblings?”
“I do. I have a half-brother,” I confessed, shocked as shit I shared that with him. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”
“Is it a secret?”
“Something like that.”
“I don’t like secrets.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
“Let’s not have any, alright?”
“Is this where I should tell you I’m really a serial killer?”
He eyed me up and down with a predatory regard, rasping, “I’ll take my chances.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I’m not worried.”
“Rude! How do you know I don’t have stealth-like moves?”
As the last word left my mouth, he gripped onto the sides of my throat avoiding my windpipe. He applied just enough pressure to make my thighs clench and my pussy to throb. In the snap of a finger, he pinned my back against the bar.
“Because I know I do.”
My eyes widened again, feeling turned on.
Holy shit.
Slowly, he let go and placed his hand into the pocket of his slacks, acting like he didn’t just make me wet. With my mouth suddenly dry, I brought my Shirley Temple up to my lips and took a few sips.
Our eyes stayed locked, lost in this intense connection I’d never felt with anyone… Until someone tapped on his shoulder from behind him, interrupting us.
They spoke for a few seconds before he told me, “Alumni duties call. Wait for me here, alright?”
I nodded, happy our banter didn’t end.
“Don’t go killing anyone while I’m gone.”
“Don’t worry. I already have my sights on you.”
Licking his lips, he smirked. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Once he was gone, I sat at the bar, checking my social media for I don’t know how long. All of a sudden, a random guy spilled his drink down the front of my dress.
“Shit!” he exclaimed. “I’m a clumsy fuck. I’m so sorry.”
I jumped off the barstool, wiping away the liquor. It was so cold against my heated flesh.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”
“No, it’s not fine. Let me make it up to you.” He nodded to my empty glass. “What are you drinking?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. I feel horrible. It’ll make me feel so much better.”
“Honestly, it’s not a big deal. I’m wearing a black dress. You can’t even see there’s a drink on me.”
He smiled. “Don’t make me beg.”
I sighed, reluctantly giving in. “Okay. I’ll take a water.”
“Water? You’re at a party. How about a beer?”
“I don’t—”
“Bartender!” he shouted over the crowd. “I’ll take two Coronas!”
I looked around for Caleb, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Here.” The guy brought my gaze back to him, handing me the beer.
“My name’s Ryan.”
“I’m Evie.”
“Evie? That’s a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.”
“Thanks.” I smiled, sitting down. “I’m actually waiting on someone.”
“I’ll wait with you.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”
“I want to. It’s not every day I meet an Evie.” He clinked his beer with mine. “To new friends.”
“Right…” I brought my drink up to my lips, taking a few sips.
We talked for a bit before I needed to use the bathroom. Excusing myself, I made my way over there, but I started to feel drunk which didn’t make any sense. I barely drank any of that beer.