Curves & Alphas: A Paranormal Box Set: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Willow Brooks Page B
Authors: Willow Brooks
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just the reassurance of your continued interest he needs,” she offered.
“I hope you’re right.”
“When am I wrong?” She laughed wholeheartedly then, not even letting me get a snide comment in edgewise.
When she finally stopped laughing, I confirmed, “So, we are on for Friday night at the club?”
“We are.”
“And, Saturday night too if he doesn’t show on Friday?” I continued on tentatively.
“I already agreed,” she yelled a tad for emphasis into the phone. “What, you think I’m suddenly lying to you, or did this guy actually screw some of your brains out?”
“I’d venture to say the latter. Though, I’m trying to hang tough. Honesty, I have my moments. I hate feeling so desperate. Am I nuts to feel like this after such a brief encounter?”
“No. It hasn’t exactly happened to me, but I hear stories of love at first sight, or lust, all the time. Whether abrupt growth of feelings or just the best lay of your life, you have earned a few weak moments. Not like you have a ton of experience in the matter,” she stated without care.
“No, and I thank you for reminding me,” I snipped sarcastically.
“Anytime, dear. I always have your back.”
“Yes, even if it’s just to brutally offer me the truth. I appreciate it, though. As I do you spending hours with me on the phone this afternoon. Might as well say thanks in advance, too, for your spending hours with me this weekend.”
“Not like I had the luxury of any dates recently to use as an excuse,” she half-teased.
“Sorry about that. Could be worse: you could hook up with the love-them-and-leave-them type.”
“Are you kidding me? After the night you described, I’d take it even if I were given in advance the knowledge that I’d never see the guy again! Not saying that’s how it’s going to go down for you,” she quickly added,” but seriously, sex like that, a connection like you just had, it doesn’t happen very often even if you sleep around. Hold onto that to get through this week, and more if needed.”
“I will. I’ll get through. I have my wonderful job to distract me,” I stated, almost not getting the lie out without laughing.
“You call if you need me any time this week. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock Friday night. That way you can drink all you want, no matter what mood you find yourself in,” she offered.
“You are the best!”
“I know.”
~~~
So, in true friend fashion, Chloe sat with me Friday and Saturday, back in the club with me hoping to run into Lex.
“This is getting stalker-ish,” Chloe teased, but with a slight edge to her voice that I recognized as boredom.
The band that had played last night hadn’t been bad, but I thought that Lex’s band, The Pragmatics, had ruined me for any other. Never thought I’d have a favorite band any more than I could pick a favorite book, but now I did. The band that played tonight, however... well, they simply sucked.
Still alternative rock, as it seemed to be what this club was primarily known for, but this group’s lyrics rarely made sense. Actually, I preferred it that way considering how bad the music itself was. When they did make sense, they’d proven disturbing so far. I’d read, by way of review, that this club had fallen out of people’s places to be for a few years until an overhaul last year. Apparently, now it had been rated a wild card that was all too often overlooked according to one reviewer whose bio claimed her as in the know about nightlife here in the city.
Last night, the band had played a much more dance-beat kind of rock. Their followers had given a blatant disregard for the fact that the place had no dance floor. Seeing them dance between the tables in clothes that could be considered costumes had had an appeal all of its own. The real show had been on the floor of the club, rather than
“I hope you’re right.”
“When am I wrong?” She laughed wholeheartedly then, not even letting me get a snide comment in edgewise.
When she finally stopped laughing, I confirmed, “So, we are on for Friday night at the club?”
“We are.”
“And, Saturday night too if he doesn’t show on Friday?” I continued on tentatively.
“I already agreed,” she yelled a tad for emphasis into the phone. “What, you think I’m suddenly lying to you, or did this guy actually screw some of your brains out?”
“I’d venture to say the latter. Though, I’m trying to hang tough. Honesty, I have my moments. I hate feeling so desperate. Am I nuts to feel like this after such a brief encounter?”
“No. It hasn’t exactly happened to me, but I hear stories of love at first sight, or lust, all the time. Whether abrupt growth of feelings or just the best lay of your life, you have earned a few weak moments. Not like you have a ton of experience in the matter,” she stated without care.
“No, and I thank you for reminding me,” I snipped sarcastically.
“Anytime, dear. I always have your back.”
“Yes, even if it’s just to brutally offer me the truth. I appreciate it, though. As I do you spending hours with me on the phone this afternoon. Might as well say thanks in advance, too, for your spending hours with me this weekend.”
“Not like I had the luxury of any dates recently to use as an excuse,” she half-teased.
“Sorry about that. Could be worse: you could hook up with the love-them-and-leave-them type.”
“Are you kidding me? After the night you described, I’d take it even if I were given in advance the knowledge that I’d never see the guy again! Not saying that’s how it’s going to go down for you,” she quickly added,” but seriously, sex like that, a connection like you just had, it doesn’t happen very often even if you sleep around. Hold onto that to get through this week, and more if needed.”
“I will. I’ll get through. I have my wonderful job to distract me,” I stated, almost not getting the lie out without laughing.
“You call if you need me any time this week. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock Friday night. That way you can drink all you want, no matter what mood you find yourself in,” she offered.
“You are the best!”
“I know.”
~~~
So, in true friend fashion, Chloe sat with me Friday and Saturday, back in the club with me hoping to run into Lex.
“This is getting stalker-ish,” Chloe teased, but with a slight edge to her voice that I recognized as boredom.
The band that had played last night hadn’t been bad, but I thought that Lex’s band, The Pragmatics, had ruined me for any other. Never thought I’d have a favorite band any more than I could pick a favorite book, but now I did. The band that played tonight, however... well, they simply sucked.
Still alternative rock, as it seemed to be what this club was primarily known for, but this group’s lyrics rarely made sense. Actually, I preferred it that way considering how bad the music itself was. When they did make sense, they’d proven disturbing so far. I’d read, by way of review, that this club had fallen out of people’s places to be for a few years until an overhaul last year. Apparently, now it had been rated a wild card that was all too often overlooked according to one reviewer whose bio claimed her as in the know about nightlife here in the city.
Last night, the band had played a much more dance-beat kind of rock. Their followers had given a blatant disregard for the fact that the place had no dance floor. Seeing them dance between the tables in clothes that could be considered costumes had had an appeal all of its own. The real show had been on the floor of the club, rather than
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