Baking is my thing. Bachelorette parties are not. Surprise strippers even less so. But I'm almost positive this guy isn't really a stripper, and if he is, he's pretty bad at it.
On the other hand, he's very, very good at kissing. And maybe I shouldn't have goaded him into doing it, but it's not like I'll ever see him again. At least I'll have something to fantasize about when I'm baking muffins tomorrow morning.
Contractor. Loner. Stripper? Not usually, but I'll do anything to get the Bachelorette party in the room next door to settle down. All I wanted was a good night's sleep. I never expected my entire world to shift when she opened the hotel door with her wide green eyes and sweet vanilla scent. Now that I've had a taste, I can't let her go. I just have to find a way to break down her walls.
Release date: April 27, 2020
Publisher: Mae Harden
Print pages: 209
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Chapter 1: Olive
As I shepherd my friend Chelsea's bridesmaids back into our hotel, I can't help but smile. This has been one of the best, most ridiculous, nights of my life. Sure, maybe sweet, innocent, virgin Chelsea should have stopped and thought about it before letting our friend (and resident wild lady) Sally plan her bachelorette activities. We’ve suffered no shortage of girly drinks, carousing, and penis jokes.
When we get to Chelsea's room, Sally slips into the bathroom and reappears with two bottles of champagne. I don’t even know where she had those hidden. Just because she’s creeping up on 65 doesn't mean Sally has settled down one bit. With her curly riot of lavender hair and a leopard print pantsuit, she led us on a bar crawl of downtown Napa. Each stop featured a different sexual cocktail along with a gift for each of us, tailor made to make Chelsea blush as hard as possible.
I wonder if I should just strip for them. I'm not particularly shy about my body. I might not be stripper-level ripped, or even a good dancer, but I could fake it for a couple minutes and then maybe then they'll settle down and go the fuck to sleep. I must be truly desperate to get some peace and quiet, or I would never consider this.
The woman in the bride sash throws her hands over her eyes, but I’m not worried about her. I lock eyes with the woman by the door as I unbutton the rest of my shirt. Her pretty mouth hangs open as she watches me. I can think of a dozen dirty and obscene things to do with that mouth. Her gaze slides down my bare chest, lower, lower, lower… So I pop the button on my jeans and kick my boots off. I’ll do this all night if she’s the one watching me.
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