Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“He’s like the stereotypical nerd in an eighties movie who thinks he’s some kind of ladies man despite never having hugged a woman who wasn’t his mother before,” I murmur.
Danielle let out a loud burst of laughter that sounds like music to my ears before quickly slapping her hands over her mouth and ducking her head. When she’s sure that Seymour isn’t going to turn around and spot us, she swats at my shoulder and shakes her head at me.
“Don’t make me laugh like that!”
“Why not?” I grin. “Your laugh is beautiful, just like you. Besides, did Seymour say anything when you told him about Star and Lacy?”
She shakes her head.
“No, if anything, he got really excited when I said there would be two women taking my place. And when I mentioned that they look like Barbie dolls …”
“Oh shit,” I groan. “He practically came, right?”
Danielle nods with a smile.
“Yeah. I was embarrassed for him. But at least we get a night of entertainment from it!”
Danielle’s gorgeous, and in the dim lighting, I have the sudden urge to lean forward and pull her in for a kiss. I can see the way her cheeks are colored a fetching pink, and I smile as she looks at me with sparkling eyes. My own eyes trail down to her plump lips, but before I lean forward to claim my kiss, her eyes dart behind me and she gasps.
“Ooh, that’s them! They’re here!”
I let out a quiet grunt as I turn toward the entrance of the restaurant, and sure enough, Star and Lacy just made their grand entrance. I chuckle as I take in the girls, both dressed up in slutty outfits that draw half the restaurant’s attention immediately. Lacy is wearing a peach-colored bodycon mini-dress that rides up with every step. She’s got matching stilettos and a smile the size of Texas. Star is similarly dressed in a coffee-colored bodysuit a few sizes too small, also complete with high heels and a tiny purse.
“Oh, shit,” Seymour moans audibly as the girls approach him.
“They really dressed to impress!” Danielle giggles. “Seymour’s going to lose his mind.”
“I think he’s already lost it,” I murmur as I watch the man nearly topple out of his seat as he rushes to stand up and greet the girls. Star and Lacy giggle and smile as they hug him, rubbing their breasts up against his narrow chest while kissing his cheeks and neck. “They better be careful. At this rate, he might faint before they even get to their appetizers.”
“You’re horrible,” Danielle whispers, and I smile as I turn to look at her again.
“Maybe,” I nod before throwing an arm around her. “But why don’t we order something ourselves? Even spies on duty need to eat to stay energized.”
“It sounds like you just want another date with me,” she teases, sticking her tongue out at me before picking up a menu. “But you’re right. It doesn’t look like anyone reserved this table, and besides, I’ve been craving pasta.”
Once again, I end up ordering half the menu. Trellis offers eight different kinds of pasta and I want Danielle to be able to have a taste of them all. Plus, I’m in the mood for seafood and steak, so I order some surf and turf, as well as a side of mashed potatoes, garlic bread, and some roasted veggies to top it all off.
“Goodness, we’re going to have a feast! You don’t think this will draw too much attention, do you?” Danielle asks.
“Probably not. I don’t think Seymour even remembers that he’s in the middle of a restaurant right now. Look.” I nod my head towards the scrawny man and watch as Danielle’s eyes widen as soon as she takes in the sight of him sandwiched between Star and Lacy.
The two girls are hanging all over him, Star giggling as she sits–or, should I say, bounces–in his lap, and Lacy leaning over enough to expose her breasts to him as she runs a hand along the inside of his thigh. Other restaurant-goers are staring at them too, but Seymour is too busy living his biggest wet dream in real life to notice, and I know from firsthand experience that the girls don’t care.
“They’re good at their jobs,” Danielle comments, impressed. “They really know how to show a man a good time! Even a guy like Seymour Hinds.”
“They’re true professionals,” I chuckle before offering her a slice of garlic bread. “Would you like some more wine?”
Danielle shakes her head.
“I better pace myself,” she jokes. “Thanks for all this, by the way. I mean, the food, the wine, paying Star and Lacy to go out with Seymour just to save me from a horrendous date. You’re very kind, sir,” she grins. “I appreciate it.”
“I didn’t send the two of them out on this date with him instead of you just because I wanted to be kind,” I growl. “I also did it because I wanted to spend more time with you and save myself the pain of having to think about you being out on a date with Seymour.”