Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Connor interrupted. “You always gotta say something.”
Noah interjected with, “Guys, come on. Let’s not do this. It’s too early.”
Connor turned on Noah. “Fuck you, too, Noe. I didn’t start this.”
Noah was annoyed. “I didn’t say you did!”
Hell farted.
Lee mumbled something under his breath and Connor shouted at him. Noah came over to break it up. My hands started to shake.
I hated when they did this.
“Guys.” Without a word, I slid onto the breakfast bar and sat on it, removing my slipper. “Stop it.” When the arguing got louder, I bent down and slapped my slipper onto the counter repeatedly and bellowed, “Stop it!” When everyone turned to look at me, I sighed a breath of relief. “Okay. Family meeting.”
Enjoying the silence, I stood on the counter, took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Item number one is an easy one.” I pointed to the bathroom. “Don’t keep wet towels in your room. They mold and fester and the suite ends up smelling like wet dog.”
I held up two fingers. “Item number two.” I couldn’t believe I had to bring this up with a group of thirty-year-olds. “Guys,” I groaned. “Do not flush condoms down the toilet. There’s a trashcan right there. Wrap it in tissue and dump it.”
Lee pointed to Connor. “It was him.”
Before another argument could ensue, I stared Lee down and uttered, “Item number three.” I looked around at my guys, my face solemn. “No more fighting. Please. It breaks my heart.”
The guys were quiet a moment, and I chose that time to put my hands on my hips and order them around.
To Lee. “Take your pills or so help me.”
To Noah. “Call Micah.”
To Hell. “No more dairy.”
And, finally, to Connor. “Enough, okay?”
Connor sighed, clearly irritated. “Okay.”
I sat then slid off the counter and smiled happily. “Great. Well, I’m off. Have a good practice.”
“Where are you going?” Noah asked curiously.
“Hanging with the Vixens. I’ll be back by the time rehearsal is over. If you need anything, text me.” I pulled on my coat, grabbed my bag, and walked over to the door. “Later.”
They all responded at once. “Later.”
And I sighed to myself. It was just another day with the boys.
Two days later, we were back on the bus, on our way to Omaha, when Connor stepped into the kitchenette, munching loudly on potato chips. “Tiny thing.” I looked up at him and he jerked his chin to my T-shirt. “What’s that?”
My eyes drifted down the gold insignia on my burgundy colored tee and blinked up at him. “Gryffindor.”
He tossed me a look that said ‘throw me a bone.’
My eyes narrowed. “You haven’t read or seen Harry Potter?”
Taking a handful of chips, he threw them into his mouth and crunched noisily. “I’ve seen Hairy Twatter.”
Before I could stop myself, I uttered a grossed out, “Ew.”
“But let me tell you.” He stepped closer as if he were revealing some collaborative information. “I don’t think Jugwarts was a real school.” He looked thoughtful. “I mean, I have my doubts, you know? Because—” He scoffed. “When Professor Snake walked into class in his chaps with his cock out and nobody flinched….” He shrugged. “Just saying.”
I wanted to laugh but I wouldn’t. He’d like that too much. “You’re ruining my favorite movie.”
Connor quit chewing and his brows arched. “Hairy Twatter?”
Oh my God.
He needed to stop.
Covering my now-red cheeks with my cold hands, I muttered a reluctantly amused, “Get out of here, Connor. I have work to do.”
But he grinned. “When are we gonna fuck, Emmy?”
My heart stuttered but I didn’t let it show. “I’ll check my schedule.” I was impressed with how blasé I could sound when I wanted to.
“You do that.”
Connor threw the empty chip packet in the trash and walked away. As he moved past me, his hand came down and smacked my ass, hard.
I let out a yelp, gripped my throbbing butt cheek and yelled, “Connor, that hurt!”
“Yeah, baby.” He walked backward, smirking. “That’s exactly what you’re going to say when it finally happens.”
Lord above. He was going to be the death of me.
Chapter Twelve
Stay Free.
Emmy
A knock at my door sounded and I frowned at it from over the top of my book.
Who could that be?
I didn’t order room service.
Looking down at myself, I was suddenly all too aware of the fact that I wore nothing but my underwear and a sleep shirt.
More knocking, louder this time.
“Uh, just a minute,” I called out, sliding off my bed and heading into the bathroom to retrieve the complimentary robe the hotel had provided.
The moment I looked through the peephole, I pulled back and stilled.
What on earth?
I opened the door slowly and only part way but Connor pushed it open with a sigh and waltzed into my room like he owned the place. Moving over to my bed, he face-planted, spread eagle, and groaned.