Page 115 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Eighteen
Hunter
My cell buzzes against my jeans.
I reach for it. Stop myself.
I'm too expressive when it comes to Em. If she's telling me she's about to fuck this guy but she's out of condoms, I'll lose it.
I scan the room for a private spot.
Alice's place is cute. White walls. Poppies on the windowsill. Seashells lining the mantle.
It's straight out of a home and garden magazine.
Beach casual. An easy, breezy decor that will make guests dream of salty air and crashing waves.
She crosses her legs as she brings her mug to her lips.
We're only halfway into our coffee.
I'm trying to find that thrill.
But staring at her tits isn't doing anything to motivate me.
They're nice tits, yeah.
She's hot.
She's eager.
Interested.
But it's not enough.
I don't need another empty fuck.
The hole in my gut is big enough.
I'm not doing anything to tear it wider.
Alice finishes her last sip. "You mind if I switch to wine?"
"No." Yeah. I was never a wine drinker, but it's not like I was picky. Whatever it took to get trashed. "But I have to admit something."
"Yeah?"
"I can't stand wine." My cell buzzes again.
"No." She presses her hand to her chest. "Really?"
"Tastes like vinegar."
"Take that back."
"I have to speak the truth."
She laughs. "God, you're lucky you're already here."
