Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“In some things.” He stares out over the rolling green hills as we walk. “What makes you ask that?”
“Your accent. The way you sound.”
“My accent?” He smiles as if fascinated. “How do I sound?”
“Like an English nobleman or something.”
He chuckles. “How many English noblemen do you know?”
“Well, none.” I giggle. “I was confused because I’m pretty sure that English noblemen don’t know how to fuck like that.”
He throws his head back and laughs out loud.
“I’m being serious.” I smile up at him. “I think maybe you’re a porn star or something. I’ve never met anyone before who has sex like you.”
“Sex like me, what is sex like me?” He smiles.
“So….” I widen my eyes. “Great.”
“Great.” He repeats the word. “I don’t like the word great.” He scrunches up his nose. “Great sounds very average to me.”
“You are anything but average.” I laugh. “Believe me.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep digging.” He smiles as he walks. “This hole is deep, Doe.”
I laugh and think for a moment. “Okay, great isn’t the best word. I would describe our sex last night as…” I narrow my eyes as I try to articulate myself, “…life changing.”
“Life changing?” He stops, pulling me back by the arm. “How was it life-changing?”
“Well….” I think for a moment. “I’m pretty vanilla on the outside.”
“You are not vanilla.” He cuts me off.
“No, I am.” I smile as I pull him to walk once more. “I’ve only ever had two boyfriends and…I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
He stares down at me. “How many people have you slept with?”
“Four.” I shrug. “Well, five now.” I continue to babble on, “Well, six if you count that one time I had a threesome.”
He chuckles. “The one you didn’t like to share the dick in?”
“Yes.” I smile goofily. “That one.” I glance back and see two men walking in the distance behind us. “Who are those men?” I ask. “Are they following us?”
He glances back. “Oh…. They’re from the resort. It’s standard for them to send someone with a client if they leave the hotel.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “In case I’m a serial killer or something.”
My arm is linked through his and I can feel his hard forearm under my hand. “How many people have you slept with?” I ask him.
“A lot,” he replies without hesitation.
“Oh.” I nod. I hate that answer, he’s probably slept with the most beautiful of people.
Insecurity rears her ugly head, what would he ever see in someone like me?
Then I remember the cold hard facts.
He didn’t choose me; he was matched with me. I was just the lucky number that got pulled out of a hat.
We walk for a while as my brain goes into a silent confidence crisis.
“So I have to ask….” He breaks the silence. “For someone as inexperienced as you…. Why would you pay to come to a place like this? I’m sure there are a million men who would give anything to have you peg them.”
“I don’t know.” I think for a moment. “I guess I was searching for something more.”
He nods as if processing my words.
“What about you, I’m wondering the same, why did you come here?”
“I honestly don’t know.” He hesitates. “Maybe I was searching for something more too.”
“What a pair of misfits we are.” I smile sadly. “I’m vanilla shortbread, you’re a chocolate fudge whorebag. You want to be pegged but you don’t want to be pegged. I need to do Misty’s list, but when push comes to shove I’m not sure I’ll actually be able to do it because I’m pretty sure I don’t know how to work a prosthetic dick without disemboweling someone. We can’t know anything about each other and yet I feel like I already know everything about you. And I’m quite sure that long after spending this weekend with you I will mourn your loss while you will probably never think of me again because you are just the most amazing lover of all time and well…I’m just me,” I blurt out in a rush.
He stops us and turns me to face him and smiles softly down at me. “You have it mistaken, it is you who is the most amazing lover, why do you think I couldn’t stop last night?” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me softly. “Why do you think I need an extra night?”
My eyes search his. “I wish we hadn’t met here.”
“Doe….” He sighs. “Don’t.” He pulls me into a hug and holds me tight in his arms.
My heart constricts because I know that’s his way of dismissing any chance of a meeting on the outside for us.
He already has someone.
As he holds me, a lump in my throat forms; we’re so close but so far.
I’m reminded that we really don’t know each other at all.
“Let’s just enjoy every minute of our night together, okay?” he whispers into my hair.