Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
When my cell buzzed with a message from Skylar, I nearly dropped my phone, I’d been so lost in work. And then I couldn’t stop grinning when I read his message.
Guess this really is a Pretty Woman scenario. By day’s end, I’ll be loaded up with shopping bags, telling store owners they made a big mistake not taking my business, and Eddie will share a secret smile with me as I walk through the lobby in a new dress.
LOL! Be sure to give them hell.
I’d only seen the movie once—okay, maybe twice—but I knew the exact scene he was referring to. I almost joked that I’d be at the piano in the bar after midnight—not that my building had one—but that would’ve sounded like straight-out flirting. And I was not going to flirt with my friend. Nope.
Listen, while I appreciate it, I will absolutely not be taking your money. If anything, I should be paying you for room and board.
I supposed I’d expected as much, but it was worth a shot. Skylar was a friend, and right now he was down on his luck. Still, I didn’t want to offend him. I suspected he might be too proud to accept a handout, but I also wanted him to be comfortable while he stayed with me. I’d just have to find other ways to make sure he was.
You’re not renting a room. You’re staying with a friend. Big difference. No ifs, ands, or buts.
But I like butts.
Cheeseball.
I like balls too.
I rolled my eyes even if he couldn’t see it. OMG, I walked right into that one.
Anyway, I have to work tonight, so I’ll be heading over to Jesse’s place to borrow the stuff I’ll need to perform. Thankfully, I have plenty of costumes in the dressing room at the Playground too.
Damn, I hadn’t thought of that. What exactly do you wear?
Not much, he replied, adding a smile emoji.
Before I ran away with that visual, I needed to end this conversation. So hey, I need to show a property around dinnertime but thought I’d order a pizza on my way home. Does that sound okay?
Sounds perfect. See you later.
Coming home from work was strange, to say the least, and when Eddie waved at me near the elevators, I almost smirked, thinking about Pretty Woman. I’d ordered pizza from an app, and when I entered the apartment, I saw it was already sitting on the kitchen counter. I must’ve been starving because the smell alone made my stomach growl.
I could see the light on in the hall bathroom, so I called out, “Honey, I’m home.”
So not flirting. Just something funny to say.
“Okay, I hope to never hear those words again,” he replied, and I chuckled because obviously I was the exact opposite—I mean, if the situation was the right one for me. “Just started getting ready for work,” he said. “Be right there.”
I reached for plates and set them on the kitchen island next to the pizza box.
“Anything to drink?” I asked, and when he requested water, I retrieved two glasses as well.
Sinking down on a stool, I was just lifting the pizza-box lid when Skylar appeared, and I nearly swallowed my tongue.
He was only wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, which he must’ve borrowed from Jesse, but he also had makeup on. I’d never been particularly fond of that sort of thing on guys, but something about how it enhanced Skylar’s features made me love it.
“Wow,” I said, sliding a couple of slices onto our plates.
“You like?” He tilted his face to the light, and I could see how his eyelashes stood out, as well as his rosy cheeks and lips. “You haven’t seen anything yet. I put on all the extra-special touches when I get there. But Jesse let me borrow some clothes and a makeup kit, so I’m good to go for a few days.”
“Which reminds me,” I said as he slid onto a stool beside me, “have you found out anything?”
“I finally reached my super after he’d apparently been fielding calls all day. He said we have to wait for them to assess any structural problems. Even though my unit didn’t catch fire, there’s smoke and water damage. But he couldn’t tell me if any of my stuff is ruined.”
“I’m sorry,” I said around a bite of pepperoni. “I know how much this sucks for you. Hope you’ll be comfortable here while you wait.”
He motioned with his hand. “In this palace? How could a rent boy not be?”
I felt myself flush. “Okay, stop calling yourself a rent boy. I’m getting a complex.”
“What? You don’t want to be seen as a sugar daddy?” he teased, then thankfully changed the subject. “So what did you do today?”
I told him about my day and the property I’d shown to a real sugar daddy—if my suspicions were right about that relationship—hoping I wasn’t boring him too much. My job certainly wasn’t that exciting next to his.