Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Making my way across the floor, I settle at the bar, delicately sliding my ass onto one of the high-top stools and placing my purse down on the pristine bar before me. The bartender immediately strides over, offering me a welcoming smile. “What can I get for you?”
I automatically go to ask for a Moscato, when it occurs to me that I’m going to need something a little stronger tonight. I’m not the shy type, and I’m certainly not one who suffers from nerves, but right now, I’m wound up tighter than Chloe on a first date.
I shouldn’t be. It’s not as though I haven’t already fallen apart for this man. I’ve sat on his couch, spread-eagled, and tormented him as I pushed his cum back inside my pussy. If I can do that without so much as blinking, then meeting him here tonight shouldn’t be an issue. And yet, my damn hands are shaking.
“I’ll take a vodka soda. Heavy on the vodka.”
“Coming right up,” he says, getting straight to work in front of me and putting on a show as he effortlessly whips the bottles around. “Needing to take the edge off, huh?”
I scoff, appalled at myself. “Apparently.”
The bartender chuckles to himself, and not a moment later, he places my drink down in front of me and moves down the bar to help the next customer. I can’t help but wonder about all the crazy things he’s seen working here. I bet he has a million wild stories. Personally, if I were in the market for a job and knew anything about mixing drinks, I could see myself working here. I’d love it. Though, I’m pretty sure I’d constantly be distracted and end up throwing myself at the VIP members, which would probably get me fired.
The thought has me laughing to myself, and as if on cue, a familiar face strides through the VIP door behind me, forcing one hell of an awkward cringe across my face.
As if sensing that I’m the one person in the room who doesn’t want his attention, his gaze lifts directly to mine. My stomach sinks, and I watch as that split second of recognition hits him before coming to a stop and immediately stepping into me.
“Well, shit,” Izaac says, staring back at me as he awkwardly puts his arm around me before dropping a swift kiss to my cheek and hastily retreating. “Aspen didn’t mention you were dropping by tonight.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
In all of my nervous excitement, I forgot to message my cousin and let her know that I was going to swing by. It’s not exactly a necessity. However, it keeps us from running into awkward situations like this, especially considering her boyfriend owns the place.
Aspen and I grew up together, so there’s not a lot we haven’t witnessed each other doing, but participating in wild activities in a sex club isn’t an experience we particularly need to share. But it’s also not an experience I feel the need to share with her boyfriend either.
Izaac was always around growing up. Wherever Aspen and her brother, Austin, were, Izaac was right there too. He was at all the birthday parties, Christmas celebrations, anniversaries, or just the occasional family barbeque, and because of that, I’ve always considered him extended family as well. So this right here . . . I’m not feeling great about it.
“I, ummm . . . apparently forgot to let her know.”
Izaac laughs. “Well, this doesn’t make for an awkward night at all.”
“Mmmm,” I agree, nodding vigorously as I scoop my drink off the bar and take a healthy sip, willing the liquid courage to work a little faster.
Izaac leans against the bar, staring out at his club like a bouncer surveying a dance floor. “So, you meeting anyone in particular, or are you just on the prowl?”
I choke on my drink as Izaac laughs, knowing damn well that this isn’t a conversation either of us wants to have, but being the younger cousin of the family, relentless teasing was basically a requirement. “I am not having this conversation with you,” I say before my eyes go wide. “Crap. Tell me Austin isn’t here.”
“Yeah, he’s just out back. I’ll go grab him for you,” he tells me, already stepping away.
“WHAT! NO!” I rush out, my heart racing in my chest. It’s one thing to run into Izaac at a place like this, but to run into Austin? Shit. That’s not something either of us wants. He’s always been an overprotective asshat, and if he sees me here, he’ll surely march my ass right back out the door.
“I’m screwing with ya,” Izaac teases. “He’s not here. Just me, but considering that you’re here, I’m going to take off and pretend this never happened or that Caesar Di Rozé hasn’t been sizing me up since the second I stopped and said hello.”