Read Online Conquered: She Who Dares Book Two by LP Lovell - Free Book Online

Lilly I’m bored. I need a play mate, and you’re the best playmate a guy could want.” He smiles and gives me the puppy dog eyes. “No-one else gets trashed, busts moves and bangs guys in equal measure to me. No-one else can keep up with me. I need you.”
    “No!” I hold my hand up, blocking my view of his face and those eyes. “You haven’t had me as wingman for three months!”
    He grabs my hand pulling it away. “Yeah well, I could excuse it because you were nailing him , and bastard or not, I’m still mentally high fiving you for that.” He bites his lip a little as he shakes his head.
    “George!” I swat at him. “Stop!” He grins, caught red handed fantasizing about the enemy.
    He ignores me. “Plus, break up drinking is always the most entertaining form of alcohol consumption. You haven’t gotten rip roaring drunk yet. There’s always crying and vomit. Now I reckon you’ll be fucking awesome with your outrageous comments and I’m suspecting declarations of lesbianism.” I open my mouth to reply and he lifts an eyebrow at me. “Don’t pretend it won’t happen. You strike me as a potential muff diver.”
    “I am not a muff diver.” I roll my eyes. “I’m pretty sure that’s a last resort.” I frown.
    “Oh you don’t want to go there, trust me.” He shakes his head. “Those bitches are crazy. Must be the lack of cock.” He muses.
    “Um, I think that’s kind of the point.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he just shrugs.
    The waitress comes over and we both place our orders. I don’t even look at the menu. I always have Thai green curry. I’m so unadventurous when it comes to food I don’t know the name of.
    “So, I bumped into Theo on my way out of work.” I say when the waitress has gone.
    George mock gasps. “Was he looking hot in all his dick-headed glory?”
    I smile. “Sadly, yes.” I exhale loudly.
    “Well, if it’s any consolation you look smoking hot today babe. I would.” He winks.
    I laugh. “No you wouldn’t.”
    “I’d try.” He offers with a wry smile.
    “And I appreciate that babe, I really do.” I smile at his little shrug. “I’d like to think I still have it enough that I can get laid without having to force myself on a gay man though.”
    “Oh, sweetie, men are going to think your vagina shoots fairy dust or something. You’ll have a queue a mile long of men wanting a shot at that.” He points at my lap.
    “Um, no.” I laugh.
    “Girl, you’re the woman who managed to lock down the biggest playboy in town. Believe me when I say guys will want a shot at that.”
    “Well the playboy stayed true to his ways in the end, so my vagina can’t be that good.” I frown.
    “Um, the playboy got some elsewhere when you denied him further access to said vagina. What’s a guy to do?”
    “Not think with his dick at all times?” I grumble. It still stings, but George is right, I have no right to be annoyed about it. That’s easier said than done when the guy you’re irritatingly in love with has stuck it to another woman…and gotten her knocked up. Yep, still smarts like a bitch.
    “Not possible. Sorry.” He holds his hands up and grins as I glare at him. “Hey, you’re hardly the commitment loving Virgin Mary, you old slag.”
    “Such a charmer.”
    “Always.” He holds up his wine glass. “A toast to old slags.” He says as we clink glasses. I’m seriously considering just marrying George, and having casual sex for the rest of my life. I think this is a good call.
    Our food comes and we talk about Georges show and how hard it’s been on him. He and TJ are no longer sleeping together. Apparently TJ wanted more and George isn’t prepared to settle down with one person yet. I can see why. His career is so up in the air at the moment that getting into anything serious is bound to get complicated and difficult. I hope that one day George commits to someone, he’d make such an awesome boyfriend. Of course that would ruin my marriage