Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Wow,” I hear Brandon say.
“Hi,” Jane murmurs in return.
They’re still standing in the doorway a moment later. “Are you going to let her in?” I ask, teasing.
“Right. Come in, Jane,” Brandon chuckles. When he moves aside and Jane enters the room, I can see what held him up. Those voluptuous breasts are nearly on full display in her low-cut top, and the jeans she wears hug her hips perfectly.
“Jane,” I say. “Thanks for coming.” She smiles at me, sincere and sassy all in one.
“Of course,” she says in reply. “Being alone in my room didn’t seem like the best use of my time tonight,” she teases. Her confidence has me licking my lips, eyes traveling over her curvy form once more.
Brandon smiles from behind her and I can’t help but to switch my gaze to him. I feel like a lucky man, standing here with a gorgeous, hungry man, and a lovely, generous woman. I wink at Brandon before returning my attention to Jane.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask courteously.
“Please,” she says, tension seemingly leaving her shoulders.
Remembering her order from the bar a couple of nights before, I pour her a glass of red wine before handing it over, placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth in the process. I watch as the blush travels up her chest and to her cheeks. She swirls the liquid in the glass before bringing it to her lips. My eyes never leave her face as her tongue works over the wine, savoring it as she swishes it in her mouth. When she finally swallows, her throat bobs and she hums in appreciation.
“Wine connoisseur?” Brandon asks, now sitting on the edge of the bed. Jane laughs louder than intended, if her hand coming to cover her mouth is any indication.
“Not so much. I just drink a lot of wine,” she admits with a cute smile. Brandon and I laugh.
“Fair enough,” he says, his smile permanently stuck on his face.
Jane plops down on the bed next to Brandon and looks at me.
“What have you guys been up to?” she asks coyly.
“Waiting for you,” I say, honestly.
“That’s it?” she asks, reaching out to tug at Brandon’s jeans. He chuckles and glances at me.
“Mostly.” Jane smiles at my vague answer, then switches her attention to Brandon as she raises an eyebrow. He caves under her knowing look.
“There may have been a massage. And a kiss or two,” he admits. “But we did decide to wait for you.” Jane’s other brow rises to meet the other.
“Well, that’s very kind of you,” she smiles and takes another sip from her glass.
“But first, we want to talk,” I say in a firm tone, shooting a warning look at Brandon. My buddy looks disappointed, but gives a slight nod of his head. Meanwhile, Jane’s expression becomes something of confusion at my statement.
“Oh, really?” she asks. “About what?”
Little does the curvy girl know, but Brandon and I want to possess her in every way, shape and form. The only question is: does Jane want that too?
8
Jane
Earlier in the night.
The conversation was titillating, but now, it’s time to have dinner with Mattie. This is the first time she’s going to meet Brandon, and I’m nervous. My best friend always supports me, but is she really on board with the idea that I’m doing two men? Two men who are into each other too?
By the time we make it to the restaurant across the street, I’ve worked myself up about the situation. Mattie is usually well-behaved, but I am imagining the embarrassment I’m sure to feel if she starts asking probing questions.
As Kade opens the door for us, Mattie turns at the bar to greet us. Before even one word is said, I make sure to make eye contact with her, shooting her a look that says behave. She knows exactly what I mean and her slight nod gives me some relief.
Inside, Kade speaks with the hostess. After confirming a short wait time, we stand off to the side and wait to be seated. Then, Brandon enters through the door and heads directly for us, planting a kiss on my cheek in greeting and laying a friendly hand on Kade’s arm. His eyes find Mattie as Kade introduces them.
“Mattie, this is Brandon. Brandon, this is Jane’s publicist and friend, Mattie.” Brandon reaches out a hand to shake Mattie’s hand as Mattie offers a warm smile.
“Nice to meet you, Mattie.”
“You as well, Brandon.” Mattie turns her eyes to mine and widens them slightly so as to be discreet. Being her best friend, I know she’s thinking wow, he’s hot in our own language. I feel a smirk start to cross my features, despite my attempt at keeping it at bay.
The hostess catches our attention to lead us to a table and the small talk begins to flow freely. Dinner is kept light and uncomplicated. My nerves dissipate somewhere between Mattie and Kade discussing future modeling opportunities and Brandon making jokes at Kade’s expense.