Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
I toss the card onto my dresser and try to push it from my mind, but it seems to grow bigger and bigger, until it takes up all the space in my bedroom.
The memories of Jasper’s superhuman abs and Felix’s massive bulge taunt me, until I’m having a hard time thinking straight.
As a librarian, I’m a big believer in the importance of being curious about the world around us, and right now, curiosity is getting the best of me.
The next thing I know, I’ve set my laundry aside, and I’m searching through my closet for something appropriate for a night out. Nothing flashy—in fact, I opt for pants instead of a dress—but I choose a silky black top that seems fitting for what feels like a covert mission.
I suspect most women go to Club Red in groups, or at least with a friend, but it’s too last-minute for me to invite someone, and most of my friends aren’t the type to go to a strip show.
“Don’t look at me like that, Cupid. It’s just a fact-finding mission, nothing more.” From her spot on the end of my bed, my cat gives me a look that tells me she’s not buying my bullshit.
I’m sure Felix and Jasper won’t even know I’m there. I’ve seen how full Club Red’s parking lot is on the nights they have shows. It shouldn’t be hard to hide in the crowd, get an eyeful, and come back home as if nothing ever happened. “I’ll just satisfy my curiosity, and then I’ll be able to get them and their ridiculous bodies out of my mind,” I tell Cupid, who responds with a disinterested yawn.
An hour later, when I’m standing off to the side of the dark and crowded showroom of the revue hall, halfway through a very dirty martini, I realize I made a big mistake. The Winter brothers have just come out for their first number wearing cowboy boots, black clothing, black cowboy hats and shiny gold sheriff’s badges.
They’re each twirling a set of handcuffs, and I suddenly want to be taken prisoner more than anything else in life. The couple hundred other women in the room seem to all feel the same.
“Take it off!” the crowd cheers.
And they do, so torturously slowly that I have to remind myself to breathe several times. Their shirts come off first, revealing broad shoulders, strong arms, and those abs of steel. I can now confirm that Felix has a ten-pack that matches his brother’s. I’m sure, because I counted … a few times.
At a dramatic spot synced to the hard-driving music, both brothers rip off their tearaway pants in perfect unison. They’re wearing tight black briefs underneath, and I curse my genetics for not giving me better eyesight. I can’t make out any shapes beneath their briefs from this distance, but I can admire their strong thighs and their lean hips. When they thrust those hips in a sexy rhythm, I nearly swoon.
They cast the handcuffs aside and start teasing the audience by peeling the waistbands of their briefs down, before letting them snap back in place. Over and over they hint at what’s to come, and my mouth is hanging open and my heart is pounding, as I wait to see it all come off.
Another tease, the briefs peeled further down their hips, then everything goes black for an instant, and when the lights come back on, both men are holding their cowboy hats in front of them, blocking my view of the very thing I came here to see.
Did they take it all off? They waggle their fingers at the crowd, scolding us for being so horny, then they do a turn and show us their bare backsides. Their butts are glorious, so well toned, but with enough there to give a good squeeze.
The crowd roars, both pleased and frustrated at the same time, and as the men saunter offstage, I take a big gulp of my drink.
I thought seeing them perform would scratch my itch, but seeing almost all of them fully naked has only made things worse. So much worse.
I stay for the rest of the show, because Jasper and Felix come out a couple more times, and there’s no way I’m missing any of it. Most all of the men are good looking, but the Winter brothers have the best moves and best bodies, hands down.
I plan to make a quick exit as soon as the lights come on, but all of the dancers file off the stage at the end of the show and line up right near the door. As I try to hurry by unnoticed, Felix spots me, and calls out my name.
“Hey, you came.” His body is glistening with sweat, and he’s wearing a gold Speedo and literally nothing else, and it takes me a moment to find my words.