Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I let out a gentle sigh as I admire the horizon.
“Quite the opposite, actually.” I lean against him. “You should be more worried about us wanting to stay than wanting to leave. You might need to turf us out before we take up residence.”
“Touche.” He wraps a strong arm around me. Heath Mason wrapping an arm around me in his swimming pool. Another round of butterflies. “Good job I have season seven of Nighttime coming up, eh? Otherwise we might all want to take up residence for a while, and not just for the proposals.”
I love the dirty grin he shoots me.
“I’m so looking forward to proposal number one,” he says.
“So am I. When do we get it?”
“Soon, curva. Don’t you worry.”
He swims off when Josh returns with the beers, but I stay awhile, splashing around in the water while they yap away on the sun loungers. I watch their body language. The way they are so at ease. The way they inch closer and closer as they laugh. Heath’s lounger is in danger of tipping, he’s leaning so far over the edge.
It’s not jealousy, or rage, or concern that washes over me when he finally reaches out and pulls my boyfriend towards him. They kiss so naturally that it’s nothing short of beautiful – Josh kissing our client like it’s one of the most regular things in the world. And one of the most wonderful.
I don’t care what proposal number one entails, so long as it entails anything, and real fucking soon.
The guys must be feeling it too, since the moment the kiss is broken Heath raises a hand to beckon me over.
“How about some dinner, Ella?”
“Sure thing. Thanks.”
There are a few things I’d much prefer to be eating, but dinner will have to come first.
I can feel the static in the air amidst the chatter and laughter as the three of us prep a chicken and potato salad together. We eat it on one of the terraces, with the sun on the decline in an awesome sunset. Our beer drinking slows down, but the tension ramps up – the inevitable is hanging between us.
Proposal number one.
That’s what I want for dessert tonight, not the meringue Heath kindly offers to make us.
“Meringue can wait for me, thanks, it’s an envelope I’m after,” Josh says. “Time is ticking, and my balls are tingling.”
“And you, Ella?” Heath asks as he gathers up our plates from the terrace table. “Meringue for you? Or are you too tingly yourself?”
“Far too tingly for meringue, kind sir. Envelopes all the way, please.”
I take our empty beers and Josh takes the bottles of sauces, following Heath back into the villa and through to the kitchen. I load the dishwasher along with Josh as Heath disappears to the bedroom, and my heart catches in my throat when I see the envelope in his hand on his return.
Josh gives me the honours, gesturing that Heath gives it to me for opening, and I flip it over in my hands, my heart racing.
Here it is. The first mystery about to be revealed.
Proposal number one.
I can’t wait to get started.
CHAPTER FIVE
SUNDAY
This may be a week of vacation pleasure, but let’s not forget. I am the client here, and my wishes are your command. Proposal one is here to reinforce that.
Tonight, I am the one in charge. I will be the puppet master, and the pair of you will be my toys.
The question is… who is going to be my favourite? Who is going to be the best performing puppet at the show?
I want your gorgeous ‘curva’ asses. Spread, needy and hungry for action.
Let’s see how rough you can take it. How deep you can take it. And how fucking whorish you can be while you’re taking it.
No holds barred, guys. Holes open wide.
Mine as well as yours.
Give me all you’ve got, and I’ll return the favour when I’m done with you.
Proposal duration – Until I find the depths and dig even deeper.
Reward – A lovely massage and pamper day, to aid in your recovery.
Heath is smiling as I read the words aloud, but it isn’t his beaming grin from the terrace earlier. His gaze is sultry, dirty… determined. He means business, and so he should. We are indeed the curvas, and he is indeed the client.
“Puppet master, hey?” Josh asks him, then runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “What are you going to do? Impale us on your fists and get us to sing Bohemian Rhapsody?”
Heath raises an eyebrow. “Who knows what you’ll be singing by the time I’m finished with you. Stop it with the backchat. You’re giving me ideas.”
Josh leans against the kitchen counter, folding his arms with his usual filthy boy smirk, and I look between him and Heath, sensing the tension. It sizzles.
“You’ve had plenty of ideas already,” Josh says. “It’s all played out in your filthy mind. I know you, Heath. Remember that.”