Turtle Bay by Tiffany King Read Free Book Online Page B

shoulder.
    "Says who?" I asked. "I'd assume if they made money from it, it's a career." I didn't mention that my dream was to someday be able to support myself with my writing.
    "That's what my dad says, but they write—well, adult novels. Some people think it's not reputable enough to be considered real literature."
    "Yeah, her dad and mom write some freaky stuff," Trevor said, sitting on the foot of Farrah's lounge chair. "It's smoking hot," he added, whistling through his teeth.
    "Gross, please tell me you haven't read their books," Farrah said, looking mortified as Paris and Leslie returned their attention to us.
    "You're such a perv, Trevor. You know you don't need a book to get off. I'm sure Farrah would be more than willing to help you out in that area," Leslie added.
    Farrah's face turned a deep shade of red. She looked at Leslie as if she had been betrayed. What a cow. Farrah must have had a thing for Trevor, and judging by the way her face now resembled a tomato, it was a secret.
    "Read a lot of adult romance, do you?" I taunted Trevor, trying to take some of the attention off Farrah.
    Evan snorted, sitting down next to me. "If it has pictures he does; otherwise, he can't make sense of what he's reading." He chuckled when Trevor flicked his towel at him.
    "You wish, bitch. It's a good thing you're pretty 'cause your dumb ass is going to need it."
    Steve and Trevor high-fived.
    I shot a look at Farrah, glad to see that my comment had deflected the attention off her. The color in her cheeks was slowly returning to normal. The conversation after that flowed better with the guys trading insults and stories. Leslie and Paris spent the majority of the time on their phones, which suited me just fine. As the afternoon wore on I got to know them all a lot better. Steve and Trevor were total players, but it wasn't anything I wasn't used to. The more Farrah and I talked, the more I liked her. The jury was still out on Evan. At times he was cool to talk to, but his vanity had a way of obscuring that from view. Time would tell whether we would turn into something.
    The afternoon ended when Paris and Leslie claimed they needed to go home to get ready for the party. Farrah and I left also since I wanted to take a quick shower to wash away the chlorine from the pool.
    My shower turned into a marathon affair as I took the time to shave my legs with care before dipping my fingers into Buttercup's homemade hair conditioning cream. As I waited to rinse the concoction from my head, I sorted through the many thoughts floating through my mind. It felt good to have a job and some new friends. If Butch and Buttercup could stay off the town's radar, things might actually work out in Turtle Bay.
    I left the bathroom surrounded by a billow of steam and made a pit stop in the kitchen to get a glass of iced tea before heading to my room. Player greeted me with a meow as he trotted toward me on his slightly bowed legs. Smoothing a hand down his back, I scooped him up and skirted around the supplies the plumber had left stacked in the middle of my floor. I was thrilled with the progress he was making on my bathroom. A toilet, still in the box, sat to the side of the small construction zone, but everything was nearly finished. Before long I would no longer need to trek into the main house every time I needed the bathroom, which was a plus.
    Player batted around a small piece of PVC pipe that had been discarded while I got ready for Evan's party. Selecting an outfit was simple enough since my wardrobe was limited at best. Working at Tasty Freeze a couple days a week would help supplement that eventually.
    Since my hair was the most time-consuming part about getting ready, I did that first. I had been blessed, or cursed depending on your point of view, with stick-straight hair. I didn't need to spend hours every night straight ironing like some girls, but if I wanted any kind of waves or body, I had to work at it.
    Once my hair had as much life as I