looked over my shoulder to see if Shawn was listening, but he had slipped into the back room without a word. That left me vulnerable to whatever Darcy had in mind, but I wasn’t worried. I was in control.
Darcy continued, “We could have dinner if you’d like, then go to my place afterward.”
“I wasn’t aware Crystal had any friends. In fact I didn’t think she was even capable of being a friend.” I ignored her comment and answered her other statement. I was trying to save her the embarrassment of rejection.
“You’re so funny,” she giggled, while wrapping her arms around me. When she pressed her breasts to my chest, it was time to peel her off me. Not wanting to offend her, I thought she would get the message when I wasn’t responding back, but she didn’t.
Lifting both of her hands off me, I placed them down to her side gently. “It was good to see you, Darcy.” That was all I said. I didn’t even give her time to respond as I scooted around her and bolted out the door.
I HAD MADE UP my mind not to visit my parents for Christmas, since I had been there not too long ago, but seeing Jenna’s parents in the living room really made me miss mine. Our conversations never centered on our parents, but I knew she was close to hers, yet this was the first time I would be meeting them in person.
It was easy to see who Jenna got her looks from; she looked just like her mom. Jenna’s mother was beautiful. Even at her age, she could easily pass for her sister. She had dark brown hair to her shoulders, smooth skin, and only a thin line of a wrinkle on her forehead.
Jenna’s Dad was good-looking as well. His salt and pepper hair suited his age. He didn’t say much, but I could tell he was all eyes and ears into our conversation.
Max was a sweetheart. He had dinner catered with prime rib, shrimp, and lobster, plus side dishes—mashed potatoes, salad, and green beans. Jenna didn’t want him to go out of his way, but since Max told her he’d already ordered, she had no choice. I was happy he had. I was not in the mood to cook. Besides, I was too insecure about my cooking. Of course, Jenna would help, but our dinner wouldn’t have turned out nearly this nice.
Sitting comfortably in the living room, we chatted about our jobs. I never asked Jenna about the details of her work, but it sounded not only challenging, but interesting as well. As I listened intently to Jenna’s dad, the sound of the doorbell startled me. Who could that be? All the guests had arrived. It was supposed to be Jenna’s parents, Max, Jenna and me.
“Come in,” Max said. “Good, you got my text to bring dessert.”
“Hello, Matthew. Welcome.”
When I heard Jenna’s greeting, my pulse shot up. Jenna didn’t tell me Matthew was coming. But then again, she didn’t know I had a crush on him. I only hoped he would behave tonight and keep his distance from me.
When Jenna’s parents stood up to greet Matthew, I did the same. Instead of reaching out his hand to shake as he did with Jenna’s parents, he pulled me into a quick hug, and then let go. With a mischievous grin, the kind of grin that screamed trouble, he greeted me. “Hello, Becca. It’s nice to see you again.”
Surprised from the hug, I gave him a quick smile and turned my back to him without a word. I flashed my eyes to Jenna to see if she caught that he called me by that silly name again, and the playfulness behind his demeanor, but she was too busy taking out the desserts Matthew had brought—cheesecake and tiramisu.
Since dinner was all set, presented on our finest dishes, we each took a plate, and helped ourselves to some food. While Max poured the wine, Jenna passed out the napkins. It was our place, but Max was helping, so I got to relax. I liked this arrangement.
Jenna’s parents sat on the sofa and Max carried two dining chairs over to the coffee table. The only area open was the smaller sofa on the other side. Hoping Jenna would sit next to me, I gestured
Darcy continued, “We could have dinner if you’d like, then go to my place afterward.”
“I wasn’t aware Crystal had any friends. In fact I didn’t think she was even capable of being a friend.” I ignored her comment and answered her other statement. I was trying to save her the embarrassment of rejection.
“You’re so funny,” she giggled, while wrapping her arms around me. When she pressed her breasts to my chest, it was time to peel her off me. Not wanting to offend her, I thought she would get the message when I wasn’t responding back, but she didn’t.
Lifting both of her hands off me, I placed them down to her side gently. “It was good to see you, Darcy.” That was all I said. I didn’t even give her time to respond as I scooted around her and bolted out the door.
I HAD MADE UP my mind not to visit my parents for Christmas, since I had been there not too long ago, but seeing Jenna’s parents in the living room really made me miss mine. Our conversations never centered on our parents, but I knew she was close to hers, yet this was the first time I would be meeting them in person.
It was easy to see who Jenna got her looks from; she looked just like her mom. Jenna’s mother was beautiful. Even at her age, she could easily pass for her sister. She had dark brown hair to her shoulders, smooth skin, and only a thin line of a wrinkle on her forehead.
Jenna’s Dad was good-looking as well. His salt and pepper hair suited his age. He didn’t say much, but I could tell he was all eyes and ears into our conversation.
Max was a sweetheart. He had dinner catered with prime rib, shrimp, and lobster, plus side dishes—mashed potatoes, salad, and green beans. Jenna didn’t want him to go out of his way, but since Max told her he’d already ordered, she had no choice. I was happy he had. I was not in the mood to cook. Besides, I was too insecure about my cooking. Of course, Jenna would help, but our dinner wouldn’t have turned out nearly this nice.
Sitting comfortably in the living room, we chatted about our jobs. I never asked Jenna about the details of her work, but it sounded not only challenging, but interesting as well. As I listened intently to Jenna’s dad, the sound of the doorbell startled me. Who could that be? All the guests had arrived. It was supposed to be Jenna’s parents, Max, Jenna and me.
“Come in,” Max said. “Good, you got my text to bring dessert.”
“Hello, Matthew. Welcome.”
When I heard Jenna’s greeting, my pulse shot up. Jenna didn’t tell me Matthew was coming. But then again, she didn’t know I had a crush on him. I only hoped he would behave tonight and keep his distance from me.
When Jenna’s parents stood up to greet Matthew, I did the same. Instead of reaching out his hand to shake as he did with Jenna’s parents, he pulled me into a quick hug, and then let go. With a mischievous grin, the kind of grin that screamed trouble, he greeted me. “Hello, Becca. It’s nice to see you again.”
Surprised from the hug, I gave him a quick smile and turned my back to him without a word. I flashed my eyes to Jenna to see if she caught that he called me by that silly name again, and the playfulness behind his demeanor, but she was too busy taking out the desserts Matthew had brought—cheesecake and tiramisu.
Since dinner was all set, presented on our finest dishes, we each took a plate, and helped ourselves to some food. While Max poured the wine, Jenna passed out the napkins. It was our place, but Max was helping, so I got to relax. I liked this arrangement.
Jenna’s parents sat on the sofa and Max carried two dining chairs over to the coffee table. The only area open was the smaller sofa on the other side. Hoping Jenna would sit next to me, I gestured
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