awkward moment passes where the both of them try to determine the appropriate salutation. But then he glances at me with something wicked in his eyes. He attention snaps back to Jasmine and he plants his lips on hers. She just stands there, eyes wide, shoulders tense until he pulls away.
I’m two seconds away from leaping over this desk and yanking every strand of his perfectly gelled hair out of his scalp in one fell swoop. I’m angry enough to toss him off the side of cliff for stealing my girl away from me. I grip onto the lip of my desk to restrain myself.
He leans back and grins at her. “Walk me out?”
She finally sucks in a breath. “Yeah. Sure.”
She leads the way out the door and Pretty Boy Politician glances back at me. “Was great to meet you, Liam,” he repeats “And I hope I have your vote this November.”
I just growl in response.
Chapter 32
Ruthie curls her legs under her as she sits on the couch next to me, pulling her cherry cola off of the coffee table. “So…how are things with Chess?” She and Nadia both give me cartoonish, expectant eyes.
I purse my lips and stare pensively into the bag of chips, not quite sure how to answer them.
Nadia props her head against the back of the loveseat in my living room. “Oh no,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Dead silence is never a good sign.”
Ruthie leans towards me, her voice drowning out the TV playing Food Network in the background. “You did not ,” she challenges me.
“I did not what?” I ask confused.
“You did not find a fault with the world’s second most perfect man,” she admonishes.
Nadia furrows her brows playfully. “The world’s second most perfect man? Who’s number one?”
Ruthie shoots her a look. “My husband…duh.” Then, she turns her attention back to me. “So, what did Senator Chester Davidson – next president of the United States, might I add – do to get on your bad side?”
I sigh. “It’s nothing. He’s great.”
Ruthie grabs the bag of chips out of my hand. “I’m not buying that for a second,” she hocks. “Spit it out.”
I lean into the arm of the couch. “It’s just that…he’s just too perfect, y’know? He lays on the flattery too thick. It kind of makes it hard to trust him.”
Nadia frowns, looking perplexed. “He compliments you too much? That’s your biggest grievance against the guy?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m just having a really hard time getting excited about him. And I know, I know – I’m lucky that he’s interested in me ‘cause he’s a real catch and women would line up around the block to get a shot with him, but…”
“Wait – this isn’t about Mr. One-Night-Stand, is it?” Nadia scrunches up her nose.
Her reference to Liam has my heart pounding. I’m ashamed to admit that every time I’m with Chess, the biggest part of me wishes that it was Liam next to me. I can’t admit that to anyone but myself.
The gentleman. The beast. The two men in my life. One opens door for me and drapes his coat around my shoulders when it’s chilly in the room. The other fucked me, wet and spread-eagle on his desk at 1:00 in the morning, and then told me that we should just be friends.
And still, for some fucking reason, I’m having a hard time deciding which is a better choice for me…I’m an idiot.
“You should have seen the way the women were looking at him when we were in Scarsdale this weekend –”
Ruthie holds up a hand to stop me. “Wait, wait, wait. What? You were in Scarsdale this weekend?” She inches closer to me on the couch.
Now, I feel guilty that I didn’t mention my little trip to my friends. “Yes.”
“And, why am I just hearing about this now?” she asks, eyes piercing into me in the dark living room.
I shrug. “I guess it wasn’t a big deal. He had a few days off of the campaign trail and he
I’m two seconds away from leaping over this desk and yanking every strand of his perfectly gelled hair out of his scalp in one fell swoop. I’m angry enough to toss him off the side of cliff for stealing my girl away from me. I grip onto the lip of my desk to restrain myself.
He leans back and grins at her. “Walk me out?”
She finally sucks in a breath. “Yeah. Sure.”
She leads the way out the door and Pretty Boy Politician glances back at me. “Was great to meet you, Liam,” he repeats “And I hope I have your vote this November.”
I just growl in response.
Chapter 32
Ruthie curls her legs under her as she sits on the couch next to me, pulling her cherry cola off of the coffee table. “So…how are things with Chess?” She and Nadia both give me cartoonish, expectant eyes.
I purse my lips and stare pensively into the bag of chips, not quite sure how to answer them.
Nadia props her head against the back of the loveseat in my living room. “Oh no,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Dead silence is never a good sign.”
Ruthie leans towards me, her voice drowning out the TV playing Food Network in the background. “You did not ,” she challenges me.
“I did not what?” I ask confused.
“You did not find a fault with the world’s second most perfect man,” she admonishes.
Nadia furrows her brows playfully. “The world’s second most perfect man? Who’s number one?”
Ruthie shoots her a look. “My husband…duh.” Then, she turns her attention back to me. “So, what did Senator Chester Davidson – next president of the United States, might I add – do to get on your bad side?”
I sigh. “It’s nothing. He’s great.”
Ruthie grabs the bag of chips out of my hand. “I’m not buying that for a second,” she hocks. “Spit it out.”
I lean into the arm of the couch. “It’s just that…he’s just too perfect, y’know? He lays on the flattery too thick. It kind of makes it hard to trust him.”
Nadia frowns, looking perplexed. “He compliments you too much? That’s your biggest grievance against the guy?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m just having a really hard time getting excited about him. And I know, I know – I’m lucky that he’s interested in me ‘cause he’s a real catch and women would line up around the block to get a shot with him, but…”
“Wait – this isn’t about Mr. One-Night-Stand, is it?” Nadia scrunches up her nose.
Her reference to Liam has my heart pounding. I’m ashamed to admit that every time I’m with Chess, the biggest part of me wishes that it was Liam next to me. I can’t admit that to anyone but myself.
The gentleman. The beast. The two men in my life. One opens door for me and drapes his coat around my shoulders when it’s chilly in the room. The other fucked me, wet and spread-eagle on his desk at 1:00 in the morning, and then told me that we should just be friends.
And still, for some fucking reason, I’m having a hard time deciding which is a better choice for me…I’m an idiot.
“You should have seen the way the women were looking at him when we were in Scarsdale this weekend –”
Ruthie holds up a hand to stop me. “Wait, wait, wait. What? You were in Scarsdale this weekend?” She inches closer to me on the couch.
Now, I feel guilty that I didn’t mention my little trip to my friends. “Yes.”
“And, why am I just hearing about this now?” she asks, eyes piercing into me in the dark living room.
I shrug. “I guess it wasn’t a big deal. He had a few days off of the campaign trail and he
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