arm, tossing a sharp stare her way. “Yes, I know, but no one else does.”
“Okay, let’s get back to the cock. I need a bit more detail on that.” She giggles, finally making me smile.
“He did dirty things to me on the train, and I seriously liked it. In the hotel room, too. Oh, and he talked dirty, and I found myself liking that, too. Remember with Sean—” I stick my finger in my mouth making a gagging noise “—he would always tell me he was ‘gonna put it in.’ Ugh,” I wince, “It was nothing like that.” I shrug my shoulders, my throat sore as I say the words. “I was starting to really like him.”
“Okay, so I’m still not getting why you’re so upset. He sounds amazing,” she says just as Trent brings our drinks over, his light brown hair flapping against his green eyes.
“All right, beautiful ladies. One caramel latte for you, Olivia, and one mochachino for you, Vanessa.” He places our drinks on the table, adding two cider doughnuts to the mix. “On the house.” He winks, before traipsing back behind the register.
“He’s pretty cute. I think you should go out with him,” I suggest, taking a sip of my latte, the warm liquid gliding down my throat.
“He is cute,” she comments, “but he’s rather run of the mill. You know I like my men to stand out from the crowd. Anyway, you’re distracting me. We were talking about you.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Yeah.” She nudges my shoulder, but I take a quick bite of the doughnut before continuing.
“Well, I started to really like him, but I found out he was lying to me.”
“What do you mean?” She swirls her straw around her drink, confusion marring her brow.
“He told me that he was a developer for a software company. Come to find out, he owns the whole freaking company, and… I found loads of pictures of him with all these different women.” I huff out a sigh. “I can’t do it again, you know, V. I don’t want to be someone’s afterthought.”
“I know, Liv. I do. But tell me, what did he say about it?”
I expel a frustrated breath. “I didn’t ask him, I just took off. We only just met the day before so I guess he doesn’t owe me an explanation, but he lied and that’s a deal breaker for me.”
She props her elbow on the table, fist under her chin, glaring at me. “Did you tell him who you were?” and as soon as she poses the question, I know where she’s headed.
“Well, I told him that I write erotic novels,” I reply, as she raises one of her perfectly manicured brows in the air.
“And?” She taps her fingers against the table. “Did you tell him your real name?”
“No.”
“So, in other words,” she preaches, taking a sip of her latte, “you lied, too.”
“That’s different.” I attempt to defend myself but realize I’m failing miserably. “I didn’t lie about who I was, I just didn’t tell him my real name.”
“Autumn,” she scolds, tilting her head sideways, “a lie’s a lie. You lied too, yet you wouldn’t even give the guy a chance to explain.”
“UGH!” I groan. “You’re so frustrating!”
“Yes, because you know I’m right!” she exclaims, pleased with herself as she pops a piece of the doughnut into her mouth. “I’m always right.”
“Well, let’s not get carried away,” I joke, breaking off a corner for myself. “Wow, that’s really good.”
“Stop deflecting. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, “but I can’t stop thinking about him.”
“Finally, some honesty. Here.” She pushes the doughnut toward me. “Finish this. It’ll make you feel better.”
I doubt it.
Chapter Twelve
~Olivia~
It’s been four weeks since Boston, and Hunter is still in the forefront of my mind. I honestly thought by now that I would have gotten him out of my system. After all, we knew each other barely two days, but something about him stuck. He’s like a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe that I just can’t
“Okay, let’s get back to the cock. I need a bit more detail on that.” She giggles, finally making me smile.
“He did dirty things to me on the train, and I seriously liked it. In the hotel room, too. Oh, and he talked dirty, and I found myself liking that, too. Remember with Sean—” I stick my finger in my mouth making a gagging noise “—he would always tell me he was ‘gonna put it in.’ Ugh,” I wince, “It was nothing like that.” I shrug my shoulders, my throat sore as I say the words. “I was starting to really like him.”
“Okay, so I’m still not getting why you’re so upset. He sounds amazing,” she says just as Trent brings our drinks over, his light brown hair flapping against his green eyes.
“All right, beautiful ladies. One caramel latte for you, Olivia, and one mochachino for you, Vanessa.” He places our drinks on the table, adding two cider doughnuts to the mix. “On the house.” He winks, before traipsing back behind the register.
“He’s pretty cute. I think you should go out with him,” I suggest, taking a sip of my latte, the warm liquid gliding down my throat.
“He is cute,” she comments, “but he’s rather run of the mill. You know I like my men to stand out from the crowd. Anyway, you’re distracting me. We were talking about you.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Yeah.” She nudges my shoulder, but I take a quick bite of the doughnut before continuing.
“Well, I started to really like him, but I found out he was lying to me.”
“What do you mean?” She swirls her straw around her drink, confusion marring her brow.
“He told me that he was a developer for a software company. Come to find out, he owns the whole freaking company, and… I found loads of pictures of him with all these different women.” I huff out a sigh. “I can’t do it again, you know, V. I don’t want to be someone’s afterthought.”
“I know, Liv. I do. But tell me, what did he say about it?”
I expel a frustrated breath. “I didn’t ask him, I just took off. We only just met the day before so I guess he doesn’t owe me an explanation, but he lied and that’s a deal breaker for me.”
She props her elbow on the table, fist under her chin, glaring at me. “Did you tell him who you were?” and as soon as she poses the question, I know where she’s headed.
“Well, I told him that I write erotic novels,” I reply, as she raises one of her perfectly manicured brows in the air.
“And?” She taps her fingers against the table. “Did you tell him your real name?”
“No.”
“So, in other words,” she preaches, taking a sip of her latte, “you lied, too.”
“That’s different.” I attempt to defend myself but realize I’m failing miserably. “I didn’t lie about who I was, I just didn’t tell him my real name.”
“Autumn,” she scolds, tilting her head sideways, “a lie’s a lie. You lied too, yet you wouldn’t even give the guy a chance to explain.”
“UGH!” I groan. “You’re so frustrating!”
“Yes, because you know I’m right!” she exclaims, pleased with herself as she pops a piece of the doughnut into her mouth. “I’m always right.”
“Well, let’s not get carried away,” I joke, breaking off a corner for myself. “Wow, that’s really good.”
“Stop deflecting. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, “but I can’t stop thinking about him.”
“Finally, some honesty. Here.” She pushes the doughnut toward me. “Finish this. It’ll make you feel better.”
I doubt it.
Chapter Twelve
~Olivia~
It’s been four weeks since Boston, and Hunter is still in the forefront of my mind. I honestly thought by now that I would have gotten him out of my system. After all, we knew each other barely two days, but something about him stuck. He’s like a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe that I just can’t
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