Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
But he was a guy and didn’t think twice about raising me around the Reckless Bastards, the motorcycle club he ran down in Texas. Or The Barn Door, the sex club they ran on the other end of the ranch. “Unlike some people.”
Bonnie rolled her eyes. “So you keep telling me but I’m beginning to wonder if those are just tall tales.”
I sucked in a breath, truly offended. “Why would you say that?”
“Scott Pepper,” she held up one finger.
“Okay I was nineteen, and he was hot and really smooth.” Scott was like if Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise had a kid who was my age instead of a thousand years old. “And I wasn’t in love with him.”
“You didn’t know that at the time,” she insisted. “Marcus Landry.”
I smiled at the memory. “Marcus was a damn good time.” He was six weeks of a damn good time, in fact.
“But you were sad when it was over.”
I nodded. “That’s true, but Marcus was nice and the sex was incredible.” I wanted to like him, to be his girlfriend but something was missing so I moved on.
“He wanted you,” she insisted.
“And you can’t always get what you want.” I raised my brow at her and dared her to say a word about my quote stealing.
“Maybe not,” she insisted looking around the room innocently, taking in the freaky dancing on the dance floor, the blatant grinding and face swallowing that was going on in the dark corners of Bullets & Beer, and who knew what that chick on the other side of the bar was up to. “But he could’ve been just what you needed. If you gave him a chance.”
“A chance for what? I was nineteen!”
“I’m just saying that even Maisie Nilsson, the wisest woman in Glitz, gets it wrong sometimes. That for all your supposed street smarts, you get it wrong, too. What hope do I have that there will be someone better if I leave Wyatt?”
“Hope is not your problem, Bonnie. Confidence is. You’re hot, gorgeous and you have that whole innocent schoolgirl thing going on for you. Big time. Wyatt knows that and that’s why he’s such a dick.” Bonnie rolled her eyes and I just smiled. “You just need to look like you won’t pass out from the vapors when a man approaches you, and he’ll do the rest.”
She wanted to argue but as the suit stood and made his way over to us, Bonnie took two steps back until I was the barrier between her and the potential suitor. “That’s not true,” she hissed in my ear. “Do something!”
I took the shot from Colby, the totally hot bartender, with a wink and a smile and knocked it back before heading out onto the dance floor, leaving Bonnie to deal with the approaching hottie in a suit. It was my birthday, my official grown up birthday, which meant I was a free woman.
It was time to celebrate and as the music played, shifting from a sexy Latin beat to a bass heavy hip hop song that had become one of my favorites, I let go and let the music move through my body.
I didn’t pay attention to all the wannabes who stepped up to me, too timid to ask me to dance but not skilled enough to just join me. So I danced. I twirled and spun, twerked, and whipped my hair because it was my day, my night, my life. And I planned to enjoy it.
Soon enough the real world would creep in and I’d have to decide if I wanted to stay in Nevada or go back to Texas. Or maybe I’d go somewhere else altogether. Those were decisions meant for another night.
“I can’t believe you left me with that guy!” Bonnie’s appearance at my side broke through my reverie and I smiled, taking her hands in mine, and forcing her body to sway to the beat.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing,” she admitted reluctantly over the music. “He’s cute. Thirty. Baptist.”
“Oh, the horror!” I teased. Bonnie was determined to find a good Catholic man because that was what her mom and dad told her to do, but I was determined for her to find the right man, religious affiliation be damned. No pun, or whatever. “Did you give him your number?”
“I did. What if he doesn’t call? What if Wyatt finds out?”
I snorted at her second question because it would be mean to tell her that Wyatt didn’t give a shit about her, just her family connections.
“If he doesn’t call by the end of the weekend, I’ll make your favorite Texas cornbread chili. If you think you’ll still need it.” I glanced down at her tits and Bonnie burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around me as we danced to the electronic beat.
“I think I owe all of my cleavage to that chili. You might get a kid named after you for that alone.”