Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I won’t if that’s an issue. I figured it might actually be fun, though.”
We hadn’t really discussed either of us participating, and knowing he wants to be in it makes me uneasy.
“I’m fine with it,” I lie. “It’s not like we’re actually together. I don’t really have a right to have a problem with it.”
Maybe I don’t have a right, but the tension in my chest assures me I do have a problem with it.
“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to, though.”
“It’s fine. That’s totally something you’d enjoy, and like I said, it’s not like we’re even dating, so it’s not even something you should have to ask me about.”
He purses his lips and sizes me up.
“Now that I think about it, you should be doing it, too,” he says.
“Oh, hell no.”
“Why? You look hot as hell and it is for charity, after all.”
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Act like I’m throwing people out on the street by not wanting to strip in public.”
“You do a good job of stripping in private.”
He scans my body, and I might as well not even have the towel on, considering he knows what everything underneath looks like.
“That’s not the point.”
I open my closet and retrieve a pair of boxers. I drop my towel and hear a soft growl behind me.
I glance back at him, enjoying the hungry look in his eyes.
“You know what I said about covering up.” Judging by the look in his eyes, he’s dead serious.
I pull my boxers up quickly, because we won’t get shit done if we start with that now.
I fall down on the bed beside him.
He’s still looking at me, his eyes filled with lust.
I open the container with my salad and grab the plastic fork Travis placed beside it. I look at his laptop screen. He’s already in his Facebook account.
“Come on,” I say. “We’ve got work to do. We need to find these hotties, but I’m not planning on being one of them.”
“But I can be?”
Tension fills my chest. I shouldn’t react like this. He should fucking be able to strip in front of or fuck whomever he wants without me giving a shit. It’s none of my business. For whatever reason, though, the idea of a room full of horny guys watching him strip down to his underwear makes me uneasy. Not just uneasy…jealous.
“Of course,” I say as I open a packet of Ranch dressing in the salad container and pour it over the salad.
I’m acting cool, but really, I’m irritated as fuck. If he can undress in front of a room full of people, I should be able to. I’m not the kind of guy who does shit like that, but why the fuck not?
Because I don’t look like him, that’s for fucking sure.
Still, if he’s doing it, for some reason, I feel like I should. It’s only fair.
“Maybe you’re right,” I say.
He takes a bite of his salad, and with his mouth full, asks, “About?”
“I should do it.”
He covers his mouth with his hand as he finishes chewing and swallows. “Are you serious?” he asks.
“Well, it is for charity,” I say.
“Changed your tune real fast, didn’t you? You jealous?”
He eyes me suspiciously.
A little, but I don’t have to fucking tell him that.
“I think it’d be nice to rub this in Peter’s face. Hell, I wouldn’t have done something like this when I was with him. Maybe it’d be good for me.”
I was just trying to make up bullshit, but as I say it, I realize it’s kind of true. And I’d love to see the look on Peter’s face when he finds out I’m going to be stripping in front of a bunch of guys at Flirt. Although at the same time, I’m fucking terrified at the thought of having to take my clothes off in front of people.
“I’m gonna do it,” I say.
I set my salad container beside me, grab his laptop, and sit upright.
I set the laptop on my thighs before turning and seeing an uneasy expression on his face. Like he’s surprised by how I just grabbed his computer.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, realizing he probably has private shit on here he doesn’t want me to see. “I’m used to people handing their computers to me. Part of what I do.”
I start to hand it back to him.
“No, no. It’s fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We have to go through these pieces of meat together anyway, right?”
Though he’s talking about other guys, he’s looking right at me, his lips twisted into a playful smirk.
I wish I fucking knew what he was thinking.
20
Travis
I could tell how uncomfortable Gary was, so I should have told him I wasn’t going to do it. The thing is, I’m glad he’s stepping outside of his comfort zone. It’s good for him. He’s keeping a part of himself trapped inside and as crazy as it sounds, this is another step toward letting him free. Or maybe I’m a fucking head case and want to do the show so I’m being a pushy bastard. Who the hell knows?