of my neck, pacing back and forth over the green, stained carpet.
“Yep. If there was ever a time for you to drop the F-bomb, it would be now.”
I scrape a rough hand through my hair. “Christ. How the hell am I going to find her now?”
“Well, you’re going to have to hope she comes looking for you.”
“Yeah, right.”
Chapter Eleven
~Olivia~
The lock clicks on the door, opening to the sight of Vanessa and Charlie sitting on the couch watching television. She looks up from her bowl of popcorn, a smile of surprise lighting her hazel eyes before her lips flop into a frown.
“Jesus, who died?”
“Good to see you, too,” I retort, as Charlie bounds off the sofa, tail wagging, attacking me with a bout of sloppy kisses.
At least he’s happy to see me.
She clicks the off button on the remote, tossing it on the table. “Sorry, but you look like hell. I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow afternoon. It’s almost one a.m. What happened?”
I kneel down beside Charlie, hugging and patting him on his favorite spot below his belly. “It’s a long story.”
“Well….” She winks, hopping off the couch. “Lucky for you I don’t have any place I need to be. Leave your stuff. Let’s go to Heavenly Lattes. They’re still open for another hour.”
We link arms, say goodbye to Charlie, and walk out to the elevators. When we arrive in the lobby, Henry, the doorman for my building, addresses us with a nod of his head.
“Evening, Miss Vanessa, Miss Olivia.”
“Good evening, Henry,” we greet in unison, giving him a small wave as we stroll by.
It’s actually a beautiful night, and typically, I’d be marveling at all the passers-by, the bright lights, the stars in the sky. Even though I’ve been here a while, it never gets old for me. But tonight, I don’t feel very appreciative, and I certainly don’t feel like smiling.
“Okay,” Vanessa sends out into the air, “you’re awfully quiet. Are you waiting to spill it until we get our coffee? Needing your fix first?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, whoever he is, he’s really gotten under your skin. That’s pretty obvious.”
“How do you know it involves a he?” I protest, although I know she sees right through me. She has the gift of psychic ability where I’m concerned. “Yeah, I need my coffee first.” I sigh heavily, and she gives my arm a supportive squeeze.
As we round the corner, the red neon sign flashes above Heavenly Lattes, our neighborhood coffee house. This is where Vanessa and I met seven years ago, and we’ve been hanging out here ever since.
The scent of coffee beans and warm cinnamon welcomes us when we walk inside. I breathe in through my nose, the aroma serving to calm me, at least for the moment. The dim recessed lighting combined with muted green, burgundy and gold colors are both relaxing and inviting. Trent, the owner of the shop, waves us in and gets busy making our drinks. He doesn’t even have to ask. We’re that predictable. Vanessa goes over to snag us a booth, while I hover over the selection of doughnuts at the counter.
“Hey, Olivia, what can I get you, sweetheart?” Trent salutes with a friendly smile, my stomach dropping to the ground in response. Suddenly I’m not very hungry anymore.
“I’m good, thanks. Just looking,” I answer, then stalk off to the booth, sulking.
Vanessa puts her hands on her hips as I slide in next to her. “All right, I’ve had enough. You look like hell. It’s time to pay the piper and tell me what’s going on.”
“Well,” I start, flipping my hair around my finger, staring down at the table, “I met someone.”
“Yes, I got that much. Go on.”
“He was beautiful and hot as hell, funny, and…,” I glance to my left and to my right, before whispering, “his cock was magnificent.”
She leans in close to my ear. “You do realize you write erotic romance novels, right? It’s okay to talk about cocks out loud.”
I pinch her
“Yep. If there was ever a time for you to drop the F-bomb, it would be now.”
I scrape a rough hand through my hair. “Christ. How the hell am I going to find her now?”
“Well, you’re going to have to hope she comes looking for you.”
“Yeah, right.”
Chapter Eleven
~Olivia~
The lock clicks on the door, opening to the sight of Vanessa and Charlie sitting on the couch watching television. She looks up from her bowl of popcorn, a smile of surprise lighting her hazel eyes before her lips flop into a frown.
“Jesus, who died?”
“Good to see you, too,” I retort, as Charlie bounds off the sofa, tail wagging, attacking me with a bout of sloppy kisses.
At least he’s happy to see me.
She clicks the off button on the remote, tossing it on the table. “Sorry, but you look like hell. I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow afternoon. It’s almost one a.m. What happened?”
I kneel down beside Charlie, hugging and patting him on his favorite spot below his belly. “It’s a long story.”
“Well….” She winks, hopping off the couch. “Lucky for you I don’t have any place I need to be. Leave your stuff. Let’s go to Heavenly Lattes. They’re still open for another hour.”
We link arms, say goodbye to Charlie, and walk out to the elevators. When we arrive in the lobby, Henry, the doorman for my building, addresses us with a nod of his head.
“Evening, Miss Vanessa, Miss Olivia.”
“Good evening, Henry,” we greet in unison, giving him a small wave as we stroll by.
It’s actually a beautiful night, and typically, I’d be marveling at all the passers-by, the bright lights, the stars in the sky. Even though I’ve been here a while, it never gets old for me. But tonight, I don’t feel very appreciative, and I certainly don’t feel like smiling.
“Okay,” Vanessa sends out into the air, “you’re awfully quiet. Are you waiting to spill it until we get our coffee? Needing your fix first?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, whoever he is, he’s really gotten under your skin. That’s pretty obvious.”
“How do you know it involves a he?” I protest, although I know she sees right through me. She has the gift of psychic ability where I’m concerned. “Yeah, I need my coffee first.” I sigh heavily, and she gives my arm a supportive squeeze.
As we round the corner, the red neon sign flashes above Heavenly Lattes, our neighborhood coffee house. This is where Vanessa and I met seven years ago, and we’ve been hanging out here ever since.
The scent of coffee beans and warm cinnamon welcomes us when we walk inside. I breathe in through my nose, the aroma serving to calm me, at least for the moment. The dim recessed lighting combined with muted green, burgundy and gold colors are both relaxing and inviting. Trent, the owner of the shop, waves us in and gets busy making our drinks. He doesn’t even have to ask. We’re that predictable. Vanessa goes over to snag us a booth, while I hover over the selection of doughnuts at the counter.
“Hey, Olivia, what can I get you, sweetheart?” Trent salutes with a friendly smile, my stomach dropping to the ground in response. Suddenly I’m not very hungry anymore.
“I’m good, thanks. Just looking,” I answer, then stalk off to the booth, sulking.
Vanessa puts her hands on her hips as I slide in next to her. “All right, I’ve had enough. You look like hell. It’s time to pay the piper and tell me what’s going on.”
“Well,” I start, flipping my hair around my finger, staring down at the table, “I met someone.”
“Yes, I got that much. Go on.”
“He was beautiful and hot as hell, funny, and…,” I glance to my left and to my right, before whispering, “his cock was magnificent.”
She leans in close to my ear. “You do realize you write erotic romance novels, right? It’s okay to talk about cocks out loud.”
I pinch her
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