Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
LobsterShorts: Was there a preference there?
SinnerThree: Not really. Sometimes it’s easier talking to a guy, though. I’m not saying men aren’t as emotional as women—obviously we have emotions. But I feel like deep conversations with chicks are sometimes harder. Like, they expect me to read their minds, or to feel the same way they feel in reaction to certain situations.
LobsterShorts: Ikr? My gf expects me to know what she’s thinking and feeling at all times. Granted, we’ve been together for so long that I pretty much do lmao
SinnerThree: Ha!
LobsterShorts: But it’s true—she’s not the easiest to talk to. Like, she thinks every problem has one solution, and that isn’t always the case. Sometimes there are many solutions, and you need to analyze each one before deciding the course of action.
SinnerThree: I keep forgetting you’re a boring scientist. Is your gf a science nerd too?
LobsterShorts: Nah. She’s nowhere close to being as cool as I am.
SinnerThree: Eye roll times two.
LobsterShorts: She’s very cool. She’s smart, outspoken, feisty when you poke at her. You’ll like her.
I hesitate only for a beat before typing, And I assume, you love her?
LobsterShorts: Yup.
No hesitation on his part. Except then he follows it up with, She’s my best friend. We’ve been together for ages.
SinnerThree: How does she feel about this threeway thing?
LobsterShorts: It was her idea, remember? Her bday request.
SinnerThree: Right, I know. I mean, how does she feel about a threeway with ME. You’ve told her about me, right?
LobsterShorts: Um.
My eyebrows fly up. Is he joking? He hasn’t told the third member of our threesome about the dude he’s been sexting with for nearly two weeks now?
LobsterShorts: Before you jump to conclusions—it’s not because of that thing you said before, about bi-curious guys and fake girlfriends. She’s real. She’s the best. And I haven’t told her about you yet because up until now I was still sort of, I dunno, “vetting” you. She means a lot to me, and I don’t want just any guy being intimate with her, you know?
Everything he says makes total sense.
And yet…I don’t believe him.
I carefully ask, Okay. When do you plan on telling her about me? When are the three of us doing this thing?
LobsterShorts: I’ll tell her this week, if that makes you feel better?
I’m not sure if it does or doesn’t, so I don’t answer. I just let him keep typing.
LobsterShorts: As for when… Her birthday is right after Christmas break. January fourth. It’s even on the weekend. Does that work?
Weekends are tricky for me, because that’s when I dance. But if this really happens, I’ll make it work.
SinnerThree: Sure. I’ll pencil you both in for mind-blowing sex on January 4.
LobsterShorts: Perfect. She and I will chat this week about everything.
SinnerThree: Don’t forget to tell her about my massive cock.
LobsterShorts: Snort. It’ll be the first item on the agenda. Now how bout you pull it out and send me that dick pic?
SinnerThree: Soon. Talk to your girl first.
LobsterShorts: Will do.
A Success by Any Measure
Keaton
“Pledges!” I growl toward the bar that’s set up in corner of the big tent. “You have ten minutes to tap those kegs.”
“How many of ‘em to start?” asks Jimmy in his southern drawl.
“Three. No—four. We’ll get this party started right when the doors open in ten.”
The last week has been sheer hell, between football practice, studying for finals, and planning this party. But I came through, damn it. It’s going to be great.
“Keat?” Tanner calls from the entrance to the tent. “Are you expecting a florist?”
“Oh, shit. Yes. Will you handle it? You’re getting a hundred leis.”
Tanner’s forehead wrinkles. “Like, the potato chips?”
“No! Jeez. It’s like a flower necklace. In Hawaii.”
“Uh, sure.” He disappears.
“Flowers?” Luke Bailey says dryly. He’s standing in the middle of the tent, surveying my work. “That couldn’t have been cheap.”
I ignore him, although he isn’t wrong. The flowers did cost me a mint. I don’t care, though. There’s some kind of budget for the party, but I’m sure I overspent it. The only way to plan this thing quickly was to avoid looking at price tags. Besides, my father won’t mind. Not if I’m spending it to secure the presidency.
“Keat!” Tanner returns, carrying a giant box of leis into the tent. “There’s, like, a hundred and fifty sorority girls outside, waiting to get in.” His grin is ear to ear.
“Only a hundred and fifty?” I tease. But if we’re grading on attendance, this is a slam-dunk. “Keep those near the door. You’re handing one to every girl who comes in. And don’t forget the rule, okay? The dress code is bathing suits only. No—make that beachwear,” I say, changing my mind. Not everybody wants to wear a bathing suit in public. “It just has to seem like they tried.”
“We gonna freeze our asses off?” Jako complains. He’s standing next to his buddy Luke, and they both look disgruntled.