Again...this book fucking blows. Chapter six and the only thing remotely close to sex is a kiss between Steeley and The Grey Man, well that and Steeley's self contained orgasms that she has anytime she thinks of The Grey Man.
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So, dickhead is driving Steeley home and she suddenly comes to reality that he has never inquired where she lives, yet he knows...well duh, he sent you the $14,000 worth of books and tracked your cell phone dummy, he's like a psychotic James Bond. She keeps pining for a kiss from him but he holds his ground and does not give in. I bet she has monkey shit breath, most hippies who live in the Northwest only eat beans, sprouts and shit like that.
They get to the apartment and he walks her up and picks up his brother Elliot....Elliot? Did I already go off on this name? The last time I heard the name Elliot was back in the 80's and E.T. fixed his ouch. Well it comes to light that Steeley's roommate Double K is a certified whore, she loooooves the cock. Again the best description was about Double K and her J.B.F. hair (I learned that last week during Theme Thursday, it means Just Been Fucked). I think this author is a closet lesbian, more description on the females, especially Double K.
Double K interrogates Steeley again about if he doinked The Grey Man and Steeley, obviously stressed from not getting the Grey Sausage, snaps at Double K and tells her that she wants her instead...no not really, but at this point it should have happened. She tells Double K that she is going to Seattle with The Grey Man and immediately they go all slumber party and Steeley gets plucked, shaved, waxed and creamed (which is what she is hoping The Grey Man will do to her...) So wait...Double K just shaved Steeley? And you tell me these two have done NOTHING while going to college and living together? I call bullshit on that one.
The Grey Man picks Steeley up and they fly off in his helicopter..of course, he's a billionaire, why not? It happens all the time to the normal college student. Inside the helicopter, he gets all weird and freaky by telling her that he likes the harness on her...dude! get the fuck out now! We have a rapist alert going off! While in the helicopter she has her umpteenth internal orgasm by fantasizing about his stubble. Really? I don't shave for a few days and I look like I have the mange.
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He proceeds to get a Non Disclosure Agreement out and has her sign it. Wow...at this point Steeley deserves to get murdered and her body parts stored in the freezer after ignoring all of these Jefferey Dahmer signs. But not our Steeley, she signs the contract and then he brings her upstairs to show her the room, which looks like something from "...the sixteenth century and Spanish Inquisition."
And nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.
Imagination Factor
My first 5 cuff rating. The imagination for this chapter is off the charts, I dare anyone to bring me proof that a college senior was swept off her feet by a stalker billionaire and flown to a different city in his private helicopter...seriously, good luck.
Wishful Thinking Factor
Another 5 cuff rating, wishful thinking on the author's part. Again I don't see a billionaire swooping in and picking up any plain Jane woman, besides isn't there only like six billionaires in the world?
Visualization Factor
Three cuffs on this part. It's the same descriptions all over again, ...blah, blah, hair...blah, blah, lips...blah, blah, mousey...what the hell is mousey anyway?
Pornographic Factor
One cuff...again, besides some subtle hinting at wanting to have sex...nada. Maybe next chapter, no that she has seen the Medieval Torture Chamber.
High Expectation Factor
