Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“No Thorn,” she panted. “I know you want it. I know you want this. I have the key, I’ll let myself in and give you the best wake-up call you’ve ever had. Promise,” she moaned breathily.
I shook my head.
“Naw, no thanks,” came my ground out reply. “Don’t do that. And what the fuck, what do you mean, you have the key? It’s been ten years and you still have that thing? Give it here,” came my harsh command.
That snapped her out of her fake ecstasy.
“No!” the scrawny woman squealed. “No! Only I have what it takes, these young girls aren’t anything! They’re just fake, weak, spineless teens, you need a real woman!” came her squalling cry.
But I wasn’t having it.
“My key,” came the command again. “Now.”
And slowly, Serena pulled it from her bag, fingers trembling as she dropped it in my waiting palm.
“I never used it,” she said huffily. “It’s not like I was sneaking in or anything.”
My fingers closed over the bronze metal, hiding it from sight.
“Even if you didn’t use it, still,” came my tuneless reply. “It’s been ten years since we dated Serena, I should have taken this back a long time ago.”
“But you didn’t!” she chirped, eyes hopeful again. “You didn’t, and so that means something right?”
“Means what?” I asked, eyebrow lifted, slipping the key into my pocket. “I forgot Serena, I forgot that I’d given it to you a long time ago.”
But the woman was like a drowning prisoner, clinging to the last straw of hope.
“It means that you want me, of course!” she pressed, eyes hopeful and wide. “It means that your subconscious wants me, that it’s hoping that we get back together. And I’m ready Thorn, I’m ready,” she said. With quick fingers, Miss Lane stripped to nothing in my office. Yeah, absolutely nothing, everything there out in the open.
If I’d thought she was disgusting before, now she was positively radioactive. Because it was like looking at a hungry, anorexic, twelve-year old girl standing stark naked in the center of the space, trembling with greed and lust.
“You want it!” she cried again, getting down onto her hands and knees, spreading those legs. “You want it!”
And shit, but my dick just about shriveled and dropped off. Because Serena is the opposite of Laney, and the old bird had nothing to offer. Sure, she’s always been skinny, but before, at least she was young and fresh. Now, the skin between her legs was saggy and droopy, her labia stretched out and wrinkled. Not only that, but some women are just not pretty down there, and Serena was part of that pack. Her cunt was grayish brown, a dull mud color, and there were bits that looked odd, like there were extra flaps of unneeded skin.
“Get dressed,” I ground out averting my eyes. “Put your clothes back on. Now!”
The woman whimpered and heaved some more, but there was no juice between those legs. Yeah, that’s right, she was dry as a bone, her hole a parched desert. And maybe it was my foreboding expression, or maybe it was my refusal to look at her, but she leapt to her feet before struggling back into the warm-up outfit.
“Fine!” she snapped haughtily, smoothing her hair back. “Fine but you don’t know what you’re missing!”
To the contrary. I’d just seen her goods and it was a definite pass, thank you very much. But again, the woman was a key employee, so I tried to smooth things over.
“Class is starting soon, the girls are waiting,” I rumbled. “Isn’t it time you got over to the studio?”
Serena sneered this time, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
“The girls suck this year,” she said nastily. “I’m working with a bunch of no-talent losers. This is what I put up with, farm girls from Arkansas who can’t dance worth shit.”
I frowned. That wasn’t true at all. Granted, without Laney, the current crop left something to be desired, but that was her job. Serena was supposed to teach these girls, to create diamonds from rough stones.
But I let it go. Enough had already happened for the day and there was no need to get into it.
“Just go,” I ground out. “Class starts soon.”
And with a huff, the woman spun on her heel and stomped out, her narrow legs almost cracking from the force. When she got to the door, the brunette turned once more to sneer at me nastily.
“I know your habits Thorn,” she threw out. “I know them all too well.”
And with that, the door slammed. I sat back in my chair, heart racing. Because I don’t want to let people like Serena get to me but sometimes, it happens. Today’s events had been incredible, and it was only ten in the morning. Shit, one of our key instructors had just showed me her cunt, hoping to revive the sex we’d had a decade ago. Some women are out of it and then some, and unfortunately, Serena was totally off the reservation.