BAD BOY ROMANCE: FAKE FIANCEE ROMANCE: Breaking Bad (Jealous Friend Alpha Male Temporary Counterfeit Romance Secret Love Thriller) (My Fake Fiancé Obsession Romance Bad Boy Love Collection Romance) by Dagny Rand Page A
Authors: Dagny Rand
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down and I don’t understand it,” he blurted out before he really thought about it. Willow chuckled.
“Most men would have gone with something like, I can’t get you off of my mind, or something romantic like that,” she said.
“That too,” he added.
“Do you really want me? Or do you just want me naked?” she asked. Jack opened his mouth to respond, but stopped and closed it again. Then, he told the truth.
“I’m not really sure,” he said. Willow smiled and nodded.
“This is probably the most honesty you’ve given a woman, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Other than my mother, yes,” he said with a self-depreciating chuckle. Willow slipped two fingers into her cleavage and pulled out a pen. She pulled Jack’s hand towards her, and started writing on his palm.
“If you really want me, take me out sometime. I still won’t sleep with you, so don’t call me expecting that,” she said. Jack nodded, looking down at the felt tipped phone number on his skin like he’d just hit the lottery.
“Got it,” he said. She smirked, and got up as the band started to get ready for another set. Before she started singing again, Jack saved the number that she’d given him in his phone. Something told me that sweaty palms having erased it wouldn’t be an excuse that would have gotten him a second shot at it. Then, he turned in his chair to face the stage, and smiled as she started singing again.
Hours later, after she’d told him good night and he’d watched her sway off across the parking lot towards her gunmetal gray Dodge Charger, Jack lay in bed, staring at her phone. Finally, he hit send on the message that he’d been debating on for the greater part of the last thirty minutes:
Did you make it home safely?
He waited, almost holding his breath as the debate about whether texting her the same night that he got the number seemed desperate or not.
I just walked in the door, actually. I had to stop for ice cream.
Jack smiled. She’d answered, that was good, right? He hit the reply button and rattled off something about it being odd to stop for ice cream in the middle of the night. She responded that she had actually wanted this ice cream for the past week, and she’d finally broken down on her way home and gotten some. She said that she was eating it with a wine accompaniment, and didn’t even feel bad, which had made Jack laugh. He hit reply and responded again, grinning when his phone chimed with her response. What the hell, he didn’t have to be up in the morning. Staying up all night talking to her seemed like a lot more fun than sleeping anyway.
Chapter 4
Jack had asked Willow to meet him for lunch. He wanted to do something different, and everyone did dinner. Instead, he was going to have a good lunch, walk around in the shopping district for a bit, and once twilight hit, they were going to venture into the arboretum, for an event called A Night Under The Stars. There was a live swing band, henna tattooing, and a wide variety of food. It seemed like something that she’d like, and it was totally different than anything he’d ever done before. He was looking forward to it, believe it or not.
“Have you been waiting long?” Willow’s voice purred as she slipped into the seat across from him. She looked different, more casual than she did on the nights where she was singing. It was nice.
“No, I just got here myself,” Jack said, smiling across the table at her.
“So what’s good here? I’ve never tried this place before,” she said, picking up the menu and looking over it.
“Just about everything is, I’m pretty sure I’ve tried it all over the course of the time that I’ve been coming here,” he said.
“What’s your favorite?” she asked. That was easy.
“For lunch, the tuna salad. Good amount of protein, but it’s not heavy so I don’t feel like I’m lugging it around for the rest of the day,” he said. Willow gave him an impressed look and nodded.
“Good reasoning.
“Most men would have gone with something like, I can’t get you off of my mind, or something romantic like that,” she said.
“That too,” he added.
“Do you really want me? Or do you just want me naked?” she asked. Jack opened his mouth to respond, but stopped and closed it again. Then, he told the truth.
“I’m not really sure,” he said. Willow smiled and nodded.
“This is probably the most honesty you’ve given a woman, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Other than my mother, yes,” he said with a self-depreciating chuckle. Willow slipped two fingers into her cleavage and pulled out a pen. She pulled Jack’s hand towards her, and started writing on his palm.
“If you really want me, take me out sometime. I still won’t sleep with you, so don’t call me expecting that,” she said. Jack nodded, looking down at the felt tipped phone number on his skin like he’d just hit the lottery.
“Got it,” he said. She smirked, and got up as the band started to get ready for another set. Before she started singing again, Jack saved the number that she’d given him in his phone. Something told me that sweaty palms having erased it wouldn’t be an excuse that would have gotten him a second shot at it. Then, he turned in his chair to face the stage, and smiled as she started singing again.
Hours later, after she’d told him good night and he’d watched her sway off across the parking lot towards her gunmetal gray Dodge Charger, Jack lay in bed, staring at her phone. Finally, he hit send on the message that he’d been debating on for the greater part of the last thirty minutes:
Did you make it home safely?
He waited, almost holding his breath as the debate about whether texting her the same night that he got the number seemed desperate or not.
I just walked in the door, actually. I had to stop for ice cream.
Jack smiled. She’d answered, that was good, right? He hit the reply button and rattled off something about it being odd to stop for ice cream in the middle of the night. She responded that she had actually wanted this ice cream for the past week, and she’d finally broken down on her way home and gotten some. She said that she was eating it with a wine accompaniment, and didn’t even feel bad, which had made Jack laugh. He hit reply and responded again, grinning when his phone chimed with her response. What the hell, he didn’t have to be up in the morning. Staying up all night talking to her seemed like a lot more fun than sleeping anyway.
Chapter 4
Jack had asked Willow to meet him for lunch. He wanted to do something different, and everyone did dinner. Instead, he was going to have a good lunch, walk around in the shopping district for a bit, and once twilight hit, they were going to venture into the arboretum, for an event called A Night Under The Stars. There was a live swing band, henna tattooing, and a wide variety of food. It seemed like something that she’d like, and it was totally different than anything he’d ever done before. He was looking forward to it, believe it or not.
“Have you been waiting long?” Willow’s voice purred as she slipped into the seat across from him. She looked different, more casual than she did on the nights where she was singing. It was nice.
“No, I just got here myself,” Jack said, smiling across the table at her.
“So what’s good here? I’ve never tried this place before,” she said, picking up the menu and looking over it.
“Just about everything is, I’m pretty sure I’ve tried it all over the course of the time that I’ve been coming here,” he said.
“What’s your favorite?” she asked. That was easy.
“For lunch, the tuna salad. Good amount of protein, but it’s not heavy so I don’t feel like I’m lugging it around for the rest of the day,” he said. Willow gave him an impressed look and nodded.
“Good reasoning.
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