Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“I only have to change my shirt.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before and then it takes you like two hours to get ready,” she says, giving me a teasing smile that makes me want to rip that dress right off her.
I pause on the way past her to kiss her. She presses herself against me and kisses me back. She pulls away long before I’m ready for the kiss to end.
“Go,” she orders with a laugh.
“See, this is why everything takes so long. You stand there all irresistible and shit,” I laugh as I head for the bedroom.
“Of course, it’s got nothing to do with you not being able to choose which shirt to wear,” she calls after me.
“Look at you projecting.” I’m still laughing to myself as I get to my bedroom. I don’t take long to get ready at all. I pull out the first shirt I see. It’s a plain black one. Yeah, it’ll do. I change into it, spray some cologne, and go to the living room where Amelia is waiting for me.
“See. That wasn’t bad, was it?” I say.
“No, but it was only because you were trying to make a point.” She grins. “Now, let’s go before you start thinking about getting changed into something different.”
“Why would I get changed? Don’t you like this shirt?” I ask.
“It’s fine. You look great,” Amelia says.
“Ah, you’re just saying that aren’t you. I should change it.”
“No. Really. It's fine,” Amelia says, the frustration showing on her face.
I start to laugh. “Got you.”
She shoves me playfully. “Come on then.”
“Yeah, let’s go before you beat me up.”
Amelia laughs and shakes her head. My driver is already waiting for us, and I grab my keys, wallet, and cell phone. Then we step out of the door and hurry to the car. We head out to the club with Amelia chattering away about how it’s been so long since she’s been out. I remind her it wasn’t that long ago when I took her to the launch night of another of my clubs.
“That was ages ago,” she says with an adorable little pout.
26
VIKTOR
The place is rocking, and Amelia looks happy as we step in. The wall of heat and thumping music hits us instantly. When Amelia tries to talk to me, I can’t hear a word she’s saying. I shrug and mime to her to see if she wants a drink. She nods her head and mouths ‘yes please’.
I go to the bar and get us some drinks and when I come back to where I left Amelia, she points upstairs. I nod and lead her back across the packed club and up the stairs and along the short hallway to the VIP rooms.
“That’s better,” she says as we step into the VIP lounge. “At least we can hear each other up here.”
It’s still busy, but it’s nowhere near as busy as it is in the main club. Amelia takes my hand and leads me over to the dance floor. I think she’s really starting to enjoy the VIP lounges I bring her to, where she can move more freely. That has its disadvantages though. Like the fact I can’t claim it’s too packed to attempt to dance.
“No way,” I laugh. “We haven’t even had one drink yet.”
“You don’t have to have a drink to have a good time, do you?” she asks mischievously.
“No. But I do have to have a drink to dance in public,” I reply dryly.
She shrugs and changes direction, leading me to an empty booth where we sit down. It’s not long before a waitress comes over to see if we need more drinks. Amelia purses up her lips and nods her head.
“Yes please. We need some cocktails. And shots. Lots of shots,” she grins. When the waitress has gone away, she looks at me with a gleam in her eye. “I’ll have you out on that dance floor soon enough.”
“At this rate, I’ll be home in bed by midnight.”
“Maybe you will if you play your cards right…”
The gleam in her eye tells me that she isn’t joking. My cock responds to her words, and I shift in my seat. The waitress returns with a giant fishbowl of something bright red and a tray full of shots of various colors.
“Thanks,” I say. “Just put it all on my tab.”
The waitress nods and walks away. Amelia pushes a long, neon green straw towards me. I grimace slightly as I taste the sweet but potent drink.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Amelia laughs.
She grabs a purple shot and holds it up. I take a blue one and we clink glasses and drink them. The shot is slightly less gross than the cocktail. Only slightly though. Why didn’t I specify we wanted Tequila or a decent whiskey or something?
We sit drinking and chatting for a while. I can feel myself relaxing and Amelia is starting to get a little giggly. She’s also getting a little more handsy. She keeps touching my arm when she talks to me, and every time she does it, I feel more and more turned on. It’s taking a lot of willpower not to just demand we go home right now.