Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“What?”
“He whipped you with the tie? Didn’t he? Slapped that shit all over you, had you screaming and wetting yourself?”
“Girl, why are you such a freak? I can’t deal with you this early in the morning.” I grabbed my pillow and playfully threw it at her.
She caught the pillow. “I need to know why you are gripping that tie like it is the holy grail of orgasms.”
“It’s just. . .so much to explain.”
“A lot?”
“A whole fucking lot.”
A grin threatened to take over her entire face. “Like. . .we will need to sit down and eat for this one?”
“It may take two meals.”
“Hell yes!” She rubbed her hands together. “Let’s go to Poe’s. That’s the perfect place for me to get all the tea, while sipping coffee because you know I don’t fuck with tea.”
“Okay. I have to get dressed.”
“Girl, you need to hurry the hell up too.” Scarlett headed off. “You cannot just leave me hanging like this! Spill the tea, girl. I want all the juicy details.”
I called back to her, “The details are coming.”
“They better be. You went on that date for the both of us.” Scarlett shut the door behind her.
I laughed.
Just as I was about to pull out a fresh set of clothes, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up, and my heart leaped to see Tristan’s name on the screen.
Wow. He has excellent timing.
I placed the phone next to my ear. “Hello, Mr. Pleasure Room Owner.”
“I already told you that if you keep mentioning my Pleasure Room, you will be in there.”
I grinned.
“Good morning, my enchanting goddess.”
My heart warmed.
“I trust you’re up and already conquering the day?”
“As I said, Tristan, you have great timing. How did you know I was even awake?”
“Perhaps, I have a sixth sense when it comes to you.”
“Is that so?” I responded, feeling a flutter in my stomach. “And what else does your sixth sense tell you about me?”
“That you’ve probably been thinking of me since you woke up.”
“Hmmm.” My cheeks warmed.
“I hope so. . .because I’ve been thinking of you.”
Oh, really?
“So, tell me, Ms. Graduate Student, have you decided what to wear for our date this afternoon?”
“No. I was still going back and forth on if I was going to the library or the date.”
“And then you made the smart decision of coming to me.”
I shook my head. “Yes. That was my final decision.”
“And now we are back to what you will be wearing? Do you need some suggestions?”
I grinned at his audacity. “I think I can manage, thank you very much. But since you offered, what do you suggest?”
“A smile. Just wear that.”
“Tristan, I would need to wear more than a smile.”
“Why? The smile is all you need to wear to take my breath away.”
A knock sounded at my door.
Scarlett’s voice came through. “Are you dressed yet?!”
I put the phone down. “I’m coming. Give me a few more minutes.”
This girl is going to drive me crazy.
I placed the phone back to my ear. “Sorry. I have to go, but I will see you soon.”
“The car will be there at 3pm.”
“Alright, and as far as what to wear, I think I’ll stick with clothes, thank you very much.”
“Just make sure that you are okay with those clothes getting very wet and torn.”
I bit my bottom lip.
A thrill of excitement, mixed with a touch of nervous anticipation.
“Enjoy your morning, Nova.”
“You too, Tristan.”
He hung up, and my eyes were instantly drawn to his tie, still wrapped around my hand.
My heart fluttered with anticipation.
This afternoon was another date.
Another adventure with Tristan.
I was both excited and nervous, a combination that only he seemed to provoke.
What did he have planned? Would it be as unforgettable as last night?
Scarlett called out, “Girl, will you come on?! The suspense is killing me!”
Chapter Fifteen
Girl Talk
An hour later, we arrived at Poe’s café, aptly named after the famed writer Edgar Allan Poe.
Scarlett and I stepped inside, and were instantly transported into a world that breathed mystery, darkness, and literary elegance.
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the buttery scent of pastries and pancakes. There was also a faint hint of old books and polished wood.
The waitresses at Poe’s were a part of the ambiance. Dressed in period-appropriate clothing—with laced corsets, flowing skirts, and intricate hairdos—they moved gracefully around the cafe.
The host spotted us. “Welcome back, ladies.”
We grinned.
He embodied the very essence of Edgar Allan Poe himself. His dark hair was slicked back with a few rebellious strands falling over his forehead. His mustache and goatee were meticulously groomed, mirroring the iconic image of the famous writer.
Even more, he was dressed in a tailored black suit, complete with a cravat and a deep red waistcoat.
He gave us a polite, yet dramatic bow. “Luckily, your table is free.”
I grinned. “Awesome.”
We followed him to the back.
Poe’s décor carefully blended Gothic and Victorian aesthetics. Dark wood paneling lined the walls adorned with framed pages from Poe’s works, along with sketches of ravens, black cats, and other haunting images.