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)
“The question is, how well do you think he eats pussy?”
“Tilly!” Chloe seethes at me in a whisper.
I can’t help but laugh and am let off the hook when the bartender moves in front of us. “What can I get for you?”
“Vodka, lime, and soda for me,” I say before glancing at Chloe.
“Uhhhh . . . I’ll take a Moscato,” she murmurs before cringing. “Actually, hit me with two shots of Tequila first. I think tonight is a liquid courage kind of night.”
The bartender laughs but doesn’t judge, telling me he’s more than seen his fair share of nervous women at his bar. “Coming right up.”
We get our drinks, and I watch in amazement as Chloe takes her shots one after the other without even a hint of hesitation before washing it down with her Moscato. We chat mindlessly about my upcoming finals, but once she’s halfway through her drink, her attention becomes more focused on the Italian stud at the other end of the bar.
“Why don’t you go talk to him?”
Her eyes widen in horror, and it’s almost as though I just suggested she stand up on the bar, strip down to her birthday suit, and give herself an enema right here for everyone to see. “What? No. Are you insane? I can’t do that. Besides, there’s not nearly enough alcohol in my system for that yet.”
“What are you so afraid of?”
“Rejection,” she mutters. “What if he’s not interested?”
“Have you looked in a mirror? You’re literally the most stunning creature on the planet. What’s there not to be interested in? Besides,” I continue, “how will you know if you don’t put yourself out there? Not to mention, if you keep fucking around here being too scared to say hello, someone else will, and you’ll miss your opportunity.”
Chloe groans, a genuine hesitation flashing in her eyes. “I just need to get a feel for him first. You know, see if he’s a little bit interested.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“I don’t know. I just need to get his attention somehow.”
I grin at Chloe and watch as the realization dawns in her eyes. “No,” she breathes. “Whatever you’re going to do, don’t even think about—”
“Oh no,” I gasp as my fingers knock against my almost empty glass, spilling the remainder of my drink onto the bar, along with the half-melted ice cubes and the straw.
All eyes turn our way, and as I make a show of cleaning up my mess, the bartender rushes over to help.
Chloe seethes at me. “Holy shit, Tilly Bardot. You have no idea how much I hate you right now.”
“I can deal with that,” I smirk, busily mopping up my mess with napkins. “Did it work?”
She cringes and hesitantly lifts her gaze back down the bar before gasping and dropping her stare again. “Oh my god. It totally did,” she whisper-yells, glancing back at me. “He’s looking.”
“Well what the hell are you waiting for? Don’t look at me. Look at him. Do that flirty stare thing you do when you get really drunk.”
She groans, but somehow finds the balls to follow through, and before I know it, Mr. Italian Mob Boss is pushing off the edge of the bar and striding toward us.
“What now?” she mutters under her breath as she holds his dark stare.
“Follow his lead,” I say. “Let him talk to you. Be flirty, and when he asks if you’d like to go somewhere a little more comfortable, offer him your hand with a shy smile. He’ll eat that shit right up.”
“Oh God.”
By the time Italian Heartthrob has reached us, Chloe is almost in a sweaty panic, but she holds herself together. “Good evening,” he rumbles in a delicious Italian accent as his dark gaze sweeps over Chloe like she’s the most coveted meal on this exclusive menu. “You are ravishing.”
“Ravishing?” she questions, her sultry purr on point as she eye-fucks him right here at the bar. “More like starved.”
He leans into her, his full lips brushing past her ear as his big hand falls to the small of her back. “With such a beautiful, bold woman I would usually ask if I could buy you a drink first, but truth be told, all I want to do is spread those creamy thighs and worship your sweet cunt until you come on my tongue.”
Chloe sucks in a breath, unable to respond as his other hand falls to her thigh and slowly begins trailing up. “First, you’re going to come on my fingers, right here for everyone to see,” he tells her in the sweetest demand that sends a fiery electricity pulsing right through to my core. “I see the nervousness in your eyes, amore mio. But don’t worry, you’ll be focused only on me. Understood? You watch me while they watch how wild you are for me, how I make you beg for more.”