Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I have to giggle at that.
“It’s true,” Tiff says. “Josh is too much of a gentleman to complain about his clients, ever. He’s way too grateful for their business, and he’s far too professional to be snipy about them, but seriously.” Tiff raises a hand. “I know, because I’ve been there. She wanted to try a girl-on-girl threesome, so I accepted one of her proposals, but the whole time she wanted to outdo me. Nothing more. She wasn’t interested in pussy, she was interested in bossing me around. Which is cool, when it’s not by her.” She laughs. “Urgh, she’s annoying. I’d turn her proposal right down if she sent one again. Josh is only loyal to her because he does her stepdad as well, only she doesn’t know it. Her stepdad pays a hell of a lot more than she does, and he knows it.”
I try to wrap my head around that. Her stepdad must be… old. Old and well aware his stepdaughter is having the same guy.
“What the hell? Honestly? That sounds pretty interconnected…”
“The whole Agency is quite interconnected. So many of the clients know each other, it’s unreal. And we deal with the big payers, the higher echelons, not the general members who want to pay a couple of hundred for a bit of vanilla every few weeks. We’re in a very different ball park.”
I hadn’t really thought about it, but with the kind of money clients throw around, and with the bulk of the clients being in the city…
“This woman doesn’t know Josh fucks her stepdad? Really?”
“No, and he wouldn’t tell her. Not ever. Not just for confidentiality’s sake, but because he’s not a blabbermouth. Ever. And he won’t speak badly of his clients.” She smiles. “He’s way too nice for that. That’s why you’ll rarely ever see him in the chat group or forums. He can’t stand the bitching.” She pauses. “And believe me, if anyone tried to talk badly of me, or you, he’d shut them down in a flash.”
“Yeah, I saw that earlier.”
I tell her about the events outside my place and she beams with pride.
“Yep, that’s Josh. That’s why I love him so fucking much.”
It’s clear she’d fight to the death for him if he needed her, and that’s lovely to see. I get to hear from her side just how long they’ve been friends and how things first went down between them. She shakes her head and laughs at the memory.
“Honestly, if you’d have seen me as a teenager. I looked at Josh like he was a god, just a few years senior than me in high school. He was as hot then as he is now.” She tips her head. “Actually, that’s bullshit. He’s hotter now, but regardless, he was absolutely fucking gorgeous, right from the moment I set eyes on him. I followed him everywhere at school, desperate to hang out with him. I might have seemed like some kind of stalker psycho, but his family kinda knew mine, and it turned out we got on mega well when he finally started speaking to me. We were like two peas in a weirdo pod when we moved up towards college.”
“I can imagine that.”
I’m not lying. I can.
“You were together, weren’t you? You and Josh?”
“Yeah, for about three weeks. I was going on and on and on at him for ages, about how I wanted him to be my first and all that jazz. I was convinced we were soulmates for all time, but he wasn’t having any of it while I was still a youngster. He wouldn’t even give me a kiss as a taster. Nothing. He said he’d think about it after my eighteenth birthday. He’s always been a bloody gentleman.”
“He thought about it, then? When did you get together?”
She smirks. “His cock was my birthday present, and it was worth the wait.”
I smirk back. “Wow, what a birthday present.”
“Yep. Shame it didn’t have the ladder on it then. But, oh well, I landed lucky with it.”
So did he. That’s clear to me. Tiff is a superstar, confident in her curves with her big, fake lashes. Her scarlet hair is a beautiful cascade of curls, and she has a much bigger cleavage than me – even though I have quite a rack on me.
It seems like a good time to push deeper, carbed up on pizza, and comfy downing prosecco.
“What happened after that? Once he’d fucked you on your birthday? Didn’t it turn into the soulmate dream you were hoping for?”
“Not exactly, no. And I was so disappointed. I think we both were. For years, I’d been dreaming about how Josh and I would be the kind of couple that romance myths are made of, but of course we weren’t. We were best friends by then, and yeah, it was hot, and horny, but it didn’t take off in the fire and flames I wanted it to. Josh was just Josh, and I was still just Tiff, and we both wanted to chase after dreams we weren’t finding in each other.”