Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
It’s not like I can say no. Insulting Paul isn’t going to make things any better. I might as well just be polite until I can figure a way out of here.
“Of course, Paul,” I say slowly. “Any man would think your wife is pretty.”
“Fantastic!” he roars, throwing his hand above his head. “Well, Jake, how would you like to fuck her?”
44
Jake
I’m still trying to process what I just heard, and I think the best way to do that is to down half of the whiskey cocktail Paul handed me.
I’m normally not that big of a drinker, but tonight has been a trip, and his latest question isn’t helping level things off at all.
I thought things were going pretty strangely when we were riding home, but I guess it’s all starting to make sense now. As a matter of fact, that whole job interview-style conversation we were having on the drive into the city makes a whole lot more sense now too.
Paul and Rachel have been sizing me up since the moment I met them.
“Fuck her?” I repeat.
“That’s right.” Paul grins, sipping his drink. “Rachel and I have been together for a long time, and we like to spice things up a bit. We tried it once and realized that I like to watch and she likes to be watched, so…” he shrugs, and his grin broadens. “If you’re up for it?”
I can’t believe this is happening.
I’ve heard of situations like this, but I’ve never actually met a couple who is into this sort of thing.
I glance over my shoulder and see Rachel still dancing, backlit by the fire.
“Am I up for it…?” I mutter as I watch Rachel move in front of the fire, her hips swaying back and forth, lit by the flickering flames behind her.
I think back to the cabin and my confession—how I felt when I told Sadie about my wife and my daughter and how I thought she would respond versus how she did. How she basically threw my emotions right back in my face and told me we were done.
The pain comes right back to me like she and I were standing there in front of each other now. What am I doing thinking about her right now? Any normal guy would be thinking about the woman putting a show on for him, not the woman pushing him away. The woman who basically told him she wants nothing to do with him anymore.
I turn around and look at Paul, waiting and looking at me with an expectant look on his face. I gulp down the last of my whiskey cocktail.
Paul grins at me, a twinkle in his eye. “Have a seat, and we’ll just show you the ropes. If at any point you’re uncomfortable, you can leave. Sound good?”
“Show me the ropes?” I repeat. Sounds like these two have done this before.
Paul comes around from behind the bar, slips an arm around my shoulders like an old friend, and leads me over to the couch. He sits me down and then takes his seat in front of me with his drink in his hand like he’s sitting at the movies waiting for the show to start.
“Baby,” he calls out to his wife, “come over here and give our guest some company.”
After a moment, Rachel starts to make her way over to me from the fireplace, still dancing, still moving her hips like an erotic dancer. I feel like I’m at a one-man strip club, but no strip club on earth is as nice as the Thortons’ house.
“Atta girl, baby,” Paul says as Rachel steps closer. He nods with approval and looks at me. “She’s got the moves, doesn’t she, Jake?”
Suddenly I’m not so comfortable. I kind of want to get up and leave, but what’s really bothering me so much anyway?
Don’t I have every right to be here right now? Wasn’t Rachel right about me being single?
Who knows, Sadie could be sleeping with somebody else right now? It’s not like a woman with her incredible looks would have a hard time finding a man who’s “up for it.” Besides, Sadie is all about the casual relationship thing. Why wouldn’t she just go and find herself another man? It’s not like she felt any kind of attachment to me or anything. She said so herself.
A man shouldn’t be feeling this level of anger when there’s a ready and willing woman doing a sensual dance in front of him. I should be able to get my mind off Sadie right now. But it seems like every step closer Rachel makes, the more I think about her.
I guarantee Ryan or Logan would be fully immersed in this right now.
I look up as Rachel gets closer. She starts to slip out of her dress, revealing the straps of the lingerie she’s wearing underneath, and I feel a shot of adrenaline course through me that I didn’t even feel with my encounter with the drunk back at the museum.