Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Elena either doesn’t notice the way Alicia avoids the wine and soft cheese, or she doesn’t care. “My appetite changes all the time, anyway. I can never predict what I’ll be hungry for or how much.” She pops an olive into her mouth, her attention focused on me.
Then she turns to Alicia. “Where did you find him? Where can I find one?”
Alicia blushes but says nothing, her glance at me speaking volumes. Right. We never planned how to respond to that question. “I first set eyes on her at a club in town,” I explain, grinning her way but placing most of my attention on our guest. “It was… one of those things.”
She lifts an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Love at first sight, huh? You usually only hear about stuff like that in the movies.”
“I would never have imagined it, but it happened.”
“I hope the magic stays alive through real life.” She swirls the wine in her glass, eyeing me all the while. “Sometimes these sudden romances get sour once enough time passes. My dad’s been married four times, and my mom is between husbands right now.”
“There’s been… drama in my family, as well. Relationships take work.”
“You’d better be careful.” She winks at Alicia. “He’s right. Relationships can take work. Which means your ass better not get fat. I can give you my personal trainer’s number if you want.”
Who does this bitch think she is? I cannot believe the intensity of the desire to slap the smirk off her face. And Alicia thought she was a friend? Did she ever have one before this? I’ll have to ask her about it when we’re alone.
“He never lets me skip leg day,” Elena continues. “And check out the work he’s done on my arms and shoulders.” She takes my hand and places it on her bicep before flexing.
“I’m impressed.” I allow my hand to linger, no matter how it repulses me to do so. She isn’t who I want. I could find a hundred women just like her here in Miami.
I glance at Alicia, who’s staring at my hand. “Shouldn’t you go grab the salad?” Elena’s eyes light up when I turn back to her. My dismissiveness is giving her confidence.
Alicia gets up. “Anything else I can get you?” She’s sullen and soft-voiced. Is it all part of the act? I can’t imagine so, now that she’s witnessing a friend going out of her way to catch my interest.
I remember almost a moment too late not to watch her ass as she walks away. Instead, I slide my hand down Elena’s arm. “What do you like to do in your free time?”
She tosses her dark hair over one shoulder and purses her already pouty lips. “I don’t know. Whatever catches my interest. What about you?”
“My interests sometimes change from day-to-day, I admit. It’s always been a problem.”
“What are you interested in today?” She leans in until her tits are maybe a deep breath away from spilling out. “Maybe I can help you out with it.”
“I think you can, now that you mention it. I have this deep craving that nothing has filled.”
She bites her lip. “I bet you can fill a lot of cravings.”
There’s not a doubt in my mind that I could have her in any room in this house, this very night. I could vomit all over her. Nothing turns me off like a slut who reeks of desperation, but the disloyalty is leagues worse.
When Alicia returns, we turn our attention to the meal for a while. There’s no end to the double entendre, but at least we get through the salad and lasagna without me wanting to shove a knife in the girl, so she’ll shut up for once.
And all the while, Alicia eats mechanically. Dutifully. Eyes downcast, disappointment plucking at the corners of her mouth. I can’t help but feel for her, and it’s even more reason for me to hate this brazen skank. I have no regrets over what I’m about to do to her, not by the time we’re finished.
“So…” Elena’s knowing smile would be irritating enough without the playfulness in her voice. “What’s next? Dessert? I don’t know if I can afford any. This dress is tight enough.” She runs both hands over her chest and waist.
“I had something a little different in mind, to tell you the truth.” I look at Alicia, now sitting bolt upright, her eyes darting back and forth between us. I can all but hear her heart racing.
“Oh?” Elena smiles slyly. “I’m always up for an adventure. What were you thinking?”
I raise my voice, looking toward the door. “Prince? We need you in here.”
Elena looks at Alicia, her brows raised. “Do you know anything about this?”
“No,” I answer, waving Prince in when he appears. “No, I came up with this on my own.”