Read Online Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors Book 7) by Virna Depaul - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Virna Depaul
Ads: Link
everything else that came with anonymous sex…well, she just didn’t know if she could do it.
And it wasn’t just about the sex. Eric still lurked in the back of her mind. She had loved him for so long. And then there was Gabe.
The way he occupied so much of her thoughts.
The way he made her long for things she couldn’t have.
“Hi.”
Brianne glanced up. While she had been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed that Mr. Sexy had actually gotten up from his table and moved toward hers. He stood right in front of her, smiling.
Brianne felt her breath catch a little in her throat. He was unbelievably attractive, but something about the whole situation felt wrong. She began to wish she had gone home with Evie and Jake after all.
“Hi,” she said, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. “Thanks for the drink.” She forced one of her sexiest smiles.
“Can I sit?” He motioned to the table. “I’m Justin.”
“I’m Brianne,” she said, as he sat down.
He flashed his killer smile again, and she felt herself melting a little. He had that perfect mix of California surfer and brooding poet, with beautiful white teeth and a healthy tan. His hair was wavy and looked touchably soft. His shoulders were broad, perfect for holding on to. And she was pretty sure that the way he was looking at her, if she wanted to, she could hold on to him all night long.
“So, Brianne, tell me about yourself,” he said, actually looking interested.
This guy had it down; his look, his approach—even the earnest trust-me-I’m-a-nice-guy stare. He was hot, and he was at least pretending to be attentive. But what could she say?
I just got into a completely insane business wager. My fiancé left me at the altar a few weeks ago, and I’m in love with his best friend, but will never act on it because I’m terrified and he’s too loyal .
It wasn’t exactly guaranteed to win her any prizes. She decided to skirt around the question since it seemed safest.
“I like vodka tonics,” she said, raising the glass and downing half the drink. When in doubt, numb it out.
She forced herself to smile brightly, and he slid closer. Suddenly she felt very claustrophobic. “Uh, Justin,” she said, hoping she remembered his name right in her increasing alcohol haze. “I have to go freshen up. I’ll be back in a minute?” She started to slide out of the booth.
He nodded. “Don’t be long,” he warned with a teasing grin.
“Yeah, okay. Yeah,” she said, feeing awkward. But she straightened her spine, and lifted her chin a little. She didn’t want Justin, or anyone else for that matter, to see how rattled she was. She grabbed her clutch and turned to go to the ladies’ room.
She made her way across the crowded club and slammed into the bathroom, breathing hard. Evie would say this is exactly what she needed. A good, casual encounter to get a jump start on her love life. And Justin out there would be a great way to get jumped. But, no… even Evie wouldn’t recommend she do something that felt completely wrong—and made her feel so helpless and pathetic in the bargain.
There was a line to use the facilities, so she waited impatiently with the other women. Some of them were definitely dressed, or should she say undressed, for fun and casual encounters. Why couldn’t she throw caution to the wind and have a little fun?
She felt peculiar and not just because of the vodka. Every other woman in line seemed to be with a friend. She could almost feel their eyes boring into her. She slipped her hand into her clutch and pulled out her phone, then busied herself flipping open apps and closing them. Finally, someone vacated a stall and she slipped inside. She closed and locked the door behind her.
With a huge sigh, she leaned her head against the door. She had truly bitten off more than she could chew. She didn’t want to be here alone, and she didn’t want to have to go out there and face Justin. She pulled up her contacts
And it wasn’t just about the sex. Eric still lurked in the back of her mind. She had loved him for so long. And then there was Gabe.
The way he occupied so much of her thoughts.
The way he made her long for things she couldn’t have.
“Hi.”
Brianne glanced up. While she had been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed that Mr. Sexy had actually gotten up from his table and moved toward hers. He stood right in front of her, smiling.
Brianne felt her breath catch a little in her throat. He was unbelievably attractive, but something about the whole situation felt wrong. She began to wish she had gone home with Evie and Jake after all.
“Hi,” she said, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. “Thanks for the drink.” She forced one of her sexiest smiles.
“Can I sit?” He motioned to the table. “I’m Justin.”
“I’m Brianne,” she said, as he sat down.
He flashed his killer smile again, and she felt herself melting a little. He had that perfect mix of California surfer and brooding poet, with beautiful white teeth and a healthy tan. His hair was wavy and looked touchably soft. His shoulders were broad, perfect for holding on to. And she was pretty sure that the way he was looking at her, if she wanted to, she could hold on to him all night long.
“So, Brianne, tell me about yourself,” he said, actually looking interested.
This guy had it down; his look, his approach—even the earnest trust-me-I’m-a-nice-guy stare. He was hot, and he was at least pretending to be attentive. But what could she say?
I just got into a completely insane business wager. My fiancé left me at the altar a few weeks ago, and I’m in love with his best friend, but will never act on it because I’m terrified and he’s too loyal .
It wasn’t exactly guaranteed to win her any prizes. She decided to skirt around the question since it seemed safest.
“I like vodka tonics,” she said, raising the glass and downing half the drink. When in doubt, numb it out.
She forced herself to smile brightly, and he slid closer. Suddenly she felt very claustrophobic. “Uh, Justin,” she said, hoping she remembered his name right in her increasing alcohol haze. “I have to go freshen up. I’ll be back in a minute?” She started to slide out of the booth.
He nodded. “Don’t be long,” he warned with a teasing grin.
“Yeah, okay. Yeah,” she said, feeing awkward. But she straightened her spine, and lifted her chin a little. She didn’t want Justin, or anyone else for that matter, to see how rattled she was. She grabbed her clutch and turned to go to the ladies’ room.
She made her way across the crowded club and slammed into the bathroom, breathing hard. Evie would say this is exactly what she needed. A good, casual encounter to get a jump start on her love life. And Justin out there would be a great way to get jumped. But, no… even Evie wouldn’t recommend she do something that felt completely wrong—and made her feel so helpless and pathetic in the bargain.
There was a line to use the facilities, so she waited impatiently with the other women. Some of them were definitely dressed, or should she say undressed, for fun and casual encounters. Why couldn’t she throw caution to the wind and have a little fun?
She felt peculiar and not just because of the vodka. Every other woman in line seemed to be with a friend. She could almost feel their eyes boring into her. She slipped her hand into her clutch and pulled out her phone, then busied herself flipping open apps and closing them. Finally, someone vacated a stall and she slipped inside. She closed and locked the door behind her.
With a huge sigh, she leaned her head against the door. She had truly bitten off more than she could chew. She didn’t want to be here alone, and she didn’t want to have to go out there and face Justin. She pulled up her contacts
Similar Books
