Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
When she gets here with Kyle, she’s the perfect buffer for our intimate little group and Robert loves her and her tics as much as the rest of us.
“COTTON CANDY GIN!” I’m not sure if that was a tic or if that’s the drink she wants. I take her with me to the bar anyway.
“Holy smokes.” She fans her face and not because it’s hot. “I’m trying to decide who’s better looking, the Italian god formally known as Ezra, or the American Hercules formally known as Robert. Why didn’t you know this many hot men when I was single?”
I look at Ezra and Robert who are laughing at something one of them has said. I don’t know how they can hear each other over the music if I’m being honest.
“Two cotton candy gins, please,” I call to the bar staff and they make it… it comes with a nest of melting cotton candy and everything.
“I think Robert is hot for you though, he keeps glancing over here. Isn’t that the guy you slept with in New York?”
“We just slept… nothing else,” I remind her, sipping my drink and cringing at how sweet it is. I slide it her way and grin when she cheers a loud, “YIPPEE!” Then I order a whiskey. I love whiskey.
“What are you two girls giggling about?” Ezra asks when we approach them in the booth.
“What the hell is that?” Robert looks disgusted by the cotton candy gin drink and I can’t say I blame him.
“Unicorn farts,” I reply, and Laurie throws her head back with laughter.
I slide into the half-moon booth seat beside Robert and glance at Ezra who is looking at his phone, his lips a grim line.
“Hey, Mr. Antisocial,” Laurie calls and Ezra looks up and grins, tucking his phone into his pocket.
Kyle joins us from wherever he went, and I bop to the music as Laurie yells at Ezra and Robert over me.
My eyes don’t quite focus and I don’t quite listen until I hear the words, “I do believe she used the term American Hercules.”
Robert slings his arm around my shoulders. “Is that so?”
I shove him off me. “Your massive head is taking up all my space.”
Chuckling, he falls into Ezra who is looking at his phone again. Maybe he didn’t hear Laurie but then my phone vibrates in my bag that’s pressed against my hip and I know he definitely heard her. He’s texted me about it.
“I knew you had a thing for me really, is it my charming smile?”
“It’s not your mouth or anything to do with it,” I reply, laughing as I push him away by his face when he gets too close. “Or what comes out of it.”
“Or what I can do with it.” He taps the end of my nose with the tip of his tongue making me dramatically wipe it off.
Ezra laughs, he doesn’t look upset and I’m relieved by that. I have no control over Laurie or Robert, it wouldn’t be fair to take the blame for their shit. Besides, it’s all good fun.
Ezra: You prefer Aladdin to Hercules and I look more like Aladdin. ;-)
I snort and shake my head at him. He’s right though. Aladdin is my preferred movie.
“Want to sleep in my hotel room later?” Robert asks, wagging his brows. “I miss your arm hitting me in the face and your knee in my side.”
“I could demonstrate both of those right now.”
This time he pushes me back by my face except his hand is a lot larger than mine and his strength a lot more intense. I fall into Laurie and almost roll off the narrow leather booth seat completely.
As always, what an amazing night.
I’m sad when it ends.
Well… that is until Ezra wakes up in the middle of the night to his phone ringing over and over again.
My head is throbbing, and the noise isn’t helping. I’m also still drunk.
“Shut it off,” I groan, pulling his pillow over my head when he sits up after unwrapping his body from mine. It smells so good.
“Hello?” he grumbles sounding as tired as I feel. I check the clock on the nightstand, it’s three in the morning, we’ve only been home for two hours. That’s why I’m still drunk.
He sounds a lot more sober when he hears shrieking on the other end. “Elizabeth… what is it?”
“You were out dancing with THAT WHORE!” I hear her shrill tone and immediately sit up. Is this it? Have we been caught?
Why does she insist on calling me a whore?
And this is exactly why I invited buffers because if Laurie hadn’t been there to distract me, I might’ve done more than dance with him.
I hear her erratic, screeching tone but can’t make out what she’s saying, or sobbing. Ezra tries to cut in every so often, but he ends up standing and pacing out in the hall.