Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“True.” She purses her lips. “But who’s going to fill in for Rex? Please don’t get mad at me, but…he’s got a huge package.”
I close my eyes briefly. “Seriously? No guy wants to hear his girlfriend say that, Summer.”
“I told you not to get mad,” she protests. “Anyway, don’t worry. He’s not much bigger than you. You’re almost the same—” Her eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning.
“No way,” I growl, reading her mind. “I’m recruiting for you, not volunteering as tribute.” The thought of sashaying down a runway while a crowd of people stare at me makes me want to vomit.
“Fine. Then you’ll need to poll your teammates about their penis sizes. Try to find me a big one.”
I fight hard to contain my laughter. God. This girl.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I promise.
The good thing about not having a game the following night is that, in theory, most of my teammates should be available.
The bad thing about not having a game tonight is that nearly all of them already have plans. Half the guys went to a strip club in Boston. A few others don’t pick up their phones. A couple of them consult their girlfriends, who say no fucking way.
Katie, luckily, is not one of them. She loosens the reins and gives Jesse permission to do it. Hollis, as always, is more than happy to help. It took some arm-twisting to get Nate and Matt on board, until Summer promised that the after-party would be teeming with hot sorority girls. The French-Canadian on our team, Pierre, is a huge, hairy fellow who’s about the same size as the huge, hairy tight end, Bibby.
In twenty-four hours, I’ve scraped together five bodies.
I’ve yet to find a replacement for Rex, he of the big package.
In my desk chair, I glance down at my own crotch. I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be cursing the generous size of my cock. But I’m running out of both options and time. Summer left for the venue an hour ago to help with setup. She also signed up for cleanup, though apparently she agreed to this before Erik Laurie tried to stick his tongue in her mouth.
She emailed Laurie this morning telling him she’s found replacements for her male models.
I desperately don’t want to let her down, but I’m not sure who else to call. My gamer friends aren’t exactly model material. Morris, Ray, Kenji…they’re all short and scrawny, not to mention complete introverts.
I’m scanning my brain for other candidates when my phone rings. Private caller. I waste no time answering, because I’d told my friends that if they know anyone who’d be interested, to please pass my number along.
But when I answer the call, I’m hit with a sense of déjà vu.
“Please hold for Kamal Jain.”
Seriously? Why is he calling me? I haven’t heard from him (nor wanted to) since our showdown at the Heyward Plaza last week.
“Colin!” he barks in my ear. “I hope I caught you at a good time! Would’ve called during business hours, but I was in meetings until six.”
His rapid manner of speaking irritates me tonight. “What do you need, Mr. Jain?” I ask, unable to stop from being curt.
“We’ve been through this! Please call me KJ or—”
“No,” I interrupt. “I’m not going through this song and dance again. Tell me what you want, otherwise I’m hanging up.”
Silence crashes over the line.
I can’t believe I just snapped at a billionaire.
I don’t think he can believe it either. But when he speaks again, his tone is completely stripped of its usual confidence. “Colin. I’m sorry about the way I behaved at the fundraiser.” He clears his throat. “I insulted your girl, and I was condescending to you. I regret my behavior.”
I almost fall out of my chair. He’s apologizing? Now that, I didn’t expect.
“Sorry if I sound a bit rusty—I haven’t issued an apology in…ever, maybe? People apologize to me, not the other way around. And to think I’m groveling to a jock! Who would’ve—”
“Really? We’re back to the jock bullshit?” I sigh.
There’s a pause. “Again, my apologies. I may be a bit biased when it comes to jocks.”
“No shit.”
“I didn’t have the best experience with jocks in high school,” he admits. “Though I’m sure you already suspected that. With that said, I truly am sorry, kid. I was an ass. And truth be told, you impressed me that night. The other candidates nodded and agreed with every word I said. They sucked up to me and raved about how amazing I am—don’t get me wrong, I am amazing. But it gets old, having people follow you around, trying to suck your dick. You stood up to me, Colin. And more than that, you’re immensely talented.”
I’m glad he’s not here to see my jaw drop.
“So.” His tone grows sheepish. “If you’re still interested in the position at Orcus Games, it’s yours.”