Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
But yeah, Rick is right in that I came to the cabin for some peace and quiet. After seven days 24/7 with my daughter, I’m ready to relax in solitude, and the cabin is perfect because I’m way up high on Mount Tamalo, with my closest neighbor about five miles away. Cell service is spotty, so I keep a satellite phone handy, but even that can lose signal in a storm. As a result, I have the perfect retreat from the world when I’m here, and it’s a fucking godsend. As the CEO of two companies simultaneously, there are always people looking to reach me, and I’m glad to get away from that constant nattering.
But now, the curvy girl awaits. I make sure to keep a straight face as I stroll to the living room for our “CPR practice” so that Avalon doesn’t suspect. The gorgeous blonde has no idea that the gig is up, and that I’m onto her shenanigans. But I decide to play along a little longer because this could be fun. Why not amuse myself and toy with the curvy girl a bit? A CPR tutorial could be real intimate, and it’ll be sexy to be mouth to mouth, her tongue sliding against mine.
So I lie down on the rug, trying to keep my expression innocent.
“Let’s do some practice CPR,” I invite, hoping that my stiffie isn’t too obvious. “The best way to learn is a hands-on approach.”
I can tell that Avalon’s hesitant. I don’t blame her because this is not how most babysitting interviews go, but I’m enjoying myself and that’s what counts. She gets up and pads into the living room to stand beside me, her golden hair forming a halo around her head.
“Okay,” she says in a slow voice. “What should I do next?”
“Pretend I’m a child who’s unresponsive,” I say. “Get down on your knees, and start administering CPR. It’s the same as adults, with thirty chest compressions followed by two breaths, but more gentle. You might even want to use just one hand during the chest compressions to make sure you’re not harming the child.”
She stares at me, a pretty flush on those pink cheeks.
“But you’re not a child.”
“Just pretend,” I say persuasively. “Come on, give it a go.”
The beautiful blonde swallows, hesitating for a moment, and I wonder if she’s going to call everything off. I wonder if Avalon’s going to spill the beans and reveal that actually, she’s here on behest of Sweet Lies and Rick Purdy’s dirty intentions.
But the golden goddess straightens her shoulders and then gets down on her knees beside my recumbent form.
“Okay,” she murmurs. “I’m going to put my hands on your chest and do some compressions. If they’re too strong, tell me and I’ll use one hand. Just let me know because I don’t want to hurt you.”
I chuckle, distracted by the silky tendrils of hair wisping around her cheeks, as well as the lushness of her big breasts. Damn, the young girl is gorgeous and I can smell a sweet floral scent now that she’s close. How easy would it be to drag her face towards me for a passionate kiss?
But the charade must go on, and I school my features into a serious expression.
“I’ll let you know if you’re being too forceful,” I agree. “Go ahead and start.”
Avalon lifts her hands and places them delicately on my chest, right at my breastbone. Then, she begins to push rhythmically.
“One,” she huffs. “Two, three, four!”
I interrupt her.
“Sweetheart, go harder. Use more force because I hardly feel a thing.”
She nods, her expression growing intense as she focuses on her clasped hands on my chest.
“Five,” she pants. “Six, seven, eight!”
“Harder,” I growl again. “Really put your weight into it. Use everything you’ve got.”
The curvy girl pulls back for a moment, her expression confused.
“But I need to be soft with a child. They’re small and their bones are more delicate. If anything, I need to be more gentle.”
“No, no,” I respond immediately. “What you’re doing right now isn’t even enough for child CPR. It’s not going to be effective because your touch is like a butterfly’s wing. I’m serious when I say you need to go harder,” I instruct. “Be forceful. Don’t hold back.”
Avalon looks doubtful but places her hands back on my chest.
“Nine,” she pants, a light sweat breaking out on her brow. Her cheeks are rosy and she huffs with exertion. “Ten, eleven, twelve!”
I stop her again.
“Avalon, sweetheart, maybe it’s the angle but these thrusts are too weak. They’re not enough even for a child. Would it help for you to straddle me? I know we just met, but this is in the name of health and safety. Perhaps if you straddle me, you’ll be able to throw more of your weight behind the compressions and really get some leverage.”