Four Always Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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When Chase takes the box from me, his fingers brush against mine, and I literally feel sparks on my skin. What is happening to me?

“This is our first order,” he says, motioning with the box in his hand, “but even if the bakery’s no good, we’ll definitely be ordering more … as long as you’re the one who’s going to be making the deliveries.

“The bakery is good,” I say, outwardly ignoring his flirtation even as my insides turn cartwheels in response.

Then, just to take things completely over the top, a fourth man comes in from a different hallway. His eyes and nose are similar to the other three, but his body is the broadest yet, so muscular that he must devote a good percentage of his life to the gym. His brows are thick and dark, and there’s a boyish charm to his clean-shaven face.

“This is Maddox,” Chase says, nodding to the new arrival. “The four of us are the club owners.”

I instantly regret my assumption that the men were strippers, but I can’t imagine that the performers could be any more attractive than these four.

“Let’s see how they turned out,” Chase says. He sets the box down on the reception counter and starts untying the ribbon.

Since I’d been so curious, I lean in to take a look and regret that too, as soon as my eyes decipher what I’m seeing. The box contains cookies, as I’d guessed, but I would have never imagined the shape. They’re mini penises, each about three inches long, iced in a variety of skin tone colors, and outlined in a way that makes them unmistakable, now that I’ve gotten a good look at them.

My cheeks start to burn as I take a step backward.

Maddox looks over Chase’s shoulder. “Did you model for these cookies, Chase? They’re about your size, aren’t they?”

“Actually, I took a picture of your dick and enlarged it a few times to get the size template,” Chase retorts.

I take another step toward the door. Hearing these sexy men joke about the appearance of their penises is more than I can handle right now.

“Guys, stop,” Dodge says. “You’re making Jade uncomfortable.”

“Did you make the cookies?” Diesel asks me.

“No, I don’t do the baking. I work the front counter. I didn’t even know what was in the box.”

“Want one?” Chase asks, holding one of the little phallic treats out to me and making me feel like my cheeks are now literally on fire.

I shake my head. “What exactly are the cookies for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“There’s a bachelorette party tonight,” Chase says. “We’re going to start offering cookies as part of the party package.”

“Have you seen one of our shows?” Maddox asks.

Again I shake my head.

“Even though there’s a bachelorette party, the club is still open to the public. You should come by and see us perform,” he says.

“You’re owners and performers?”

“Yep. We’re multitalented.” Chase swivels his hips suggestively, and now it’s not just my cheeks burning, but my ovaries too.

“Dodge and Diesel are the star act, but on most nights we all perform, along with a couple of other guys,” Maddox says. “I usually start out dressed as a fireman. You should come by tonight so you can see that my hose is much bigger than those cookies.”

My eyes go wide. Does the crowd really get to see everything? My mouth is dry, but when I catch myself licking my lips, I stop.

“Show starts at eight,” Chase says. “Give them your name at the door and you can get in for free.”

“Oh … I don’t know …”

“Here, take a cookie,” Chase says. “You know you want one. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Thank you,” I mumble, glad I’m able to speak. I leave with the cookie in my hand, and in my car, I find a napkin in the console and set the cookie on the passenger seat, where it seems to radiate light like a roadside flare.

I won’t be able to eat it. My mouth is watering, but it’s not for the cookie.

I made a fool of myself in there.

When my mom talked about strip clubs being dangerous, I thought she was overreacting, but now I understand.

Male strippers must have extra pheromones or testosterone or something, because my body has never reacted that way from simply talking to a man. I don’t even think my body responded so strongly when I had sex with my ex.

Those men are definitely dangerous.

4

Gentlemen

The second day of November isn’t as busy in the bakery as the first. The morning rush ends earlier than usual, and I’m behind the counter, looking out of the front window to decide if it might rain, when I see them approach.

It turns out I did not overestimate the attractiveness of the four strippers I met yesterday. Even in the gray weather, they are still ridiculously good looking.


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