Read Online Before Her Billionaires by Julia Kent - Free Book Online

respective smartphones, head s huddled, each typing.
    Debbie winked at her as Laura heard Rick mention a party at a club Laura had heard of, but never been to. Debbie laughed and touched his arm, while Rick leaned in, eyes all over Debbie’s cleavage.
    Good for Debbie and Rick. Get laid and have fun. For now, L aura’s sex life would exist only in her mind.
    And her nightside table.
    I’m never that girl , she thought as she went to the coffee station and made herself a cup.
    Only in my dreams .
    * * *
    “ So what if a geekazoid wasn’t hot for your bod, Laura,” Josie declared as they sat at at her kitchen table. Laura’s head was pounding; they’d gone to a nightclub last night at Laura’s urging. After watching Debbie and Rick at work, she needed to do something that made her feel like a normal twentysomething in the city. Like she had a life beyond Netflix and ice cream.  
    “I know. I do, really. It’s just...it’s like he went from being a friend to being an asshole with one makeover. Why would he do that?” Laura muttered. Josie had managed to drink the entire pot of coffee before Laura got any. She impatiently waited for the new pot to brew so she could wake up.
    “He’s a guy,” Josie said with a wave of her hand.
    “Guys sure do get a pass for just being guys ,” Laura grumbled.
    “And yet we want them in our beds.”
    “And hearts!” Laura protested.
    “Oh, yeah. That. Hearts and shit,” Josie said absentmindedly, staring at the computer screen.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Typing up your online dating profile.”
    “My what ? ” Laura was wide awake now. “Why on earth would I want to do that? Online dating is like getting Lasik surgery with a two-for-one coupon. Sounds great at first, but when you think about it...”  
    “You need to get out there. Find someone. Anyone.”
    “Anyone?” Laura shivered. “If I take anyone I’ll find myself chained to a basement wall being used as a tester for new kitchen knives and chastity belts.”
    Josie shrugged. “If that’s your fetish...” and started typing.  
    Laura smacked her in the shoulder. “Don’t you dare write that down!”
    “ Then you write it!”  
    A nd that’s how she found herself composing a personals ad with her best friend cheering her on. Normal? What’s normal?
    “ Hot, luscious piece of ass who can suck a golf ball through forty feet of garden hose seeks rippling-ab’d firefighter who has a tongue that thrums like a hummingbird and enjoys painting my toenails and eating Ben & Jerry’s out of the carton while watching Mad Men.”
    Laura stared at the online dating site’s registration screen and frowned. That’s what she really wanted to write. Here was the truth:
    “ Needy, insecure, overweight twenty-six year old financial analyst with three cats, a corporate job with pension and no debt seeks Mr. Impossible for way more than friendship and lots of ice cream. I’m desperate for some physical affection and oral sex with a guy who doesn’t view it as some sort of favor he’s granting me, and then expects to be praised like he cleaned my toilet. One night stands are better than nothing as long as you brush your teeth. Call me!”  
    “ The guys are going to bang down your door with that one,” Josie cracked. “One cat is normal. Two and you’re on dangerous territory. Three? You’re practically running a no-kill shelter out of your home. Don’t talk about your cats in an online personals ad. That’s like the guys who talk about their mom in their profiles. Cuh-reep-eee.”  
    Josie started typing , biting her lower lip and deep in concentration.
    “Voila!” she shouted, her hands spread wide in a grandiose gesture. “There’s your ad.”
    She announced:
    “ Luscious, curvy financial analyst seeks friendship and more. Financially independent and self-assured, I’m a fit woman who wants a man (or, more than one! YOLO!) for stimulating conversation...er, yeah. Conversation. Message me (or