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Authors: Lisa Lang Blakeney
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-Jagger
It must be divine intervention.
It has to be the universe's way of sending me a lifeline to climb out of the Roman Masterson sinkhole that I'm finding myself falling deeper into every single day.
This time I'm going to grab hold of the lifeline for dear life.
***
I barely say three words to Roman as we exit the plane, and he says even less. It feels awkward, especially because of what we just shared in my hotel room just hours ago, on top of the fact that I was just starting to get used to his crazy ass. And not just amazing in bed Roman, but the person he is out of bed as well.
He's definitely a lot different than what I'm used to. He's quick-tempered and a loose cannon, but he's also smart, driven, and pays actual attention to me when I’m talking; although I’m pretty sure he’s mostly interested in what's between my legs.
I don't think Roman has ever had a serious relationship with a woman, and frankly why would he? Women drool all over him twenty-four hours a day. Why would he pick just one? Particularly one he's related to. Not to mention that I haven't forgotten what he said about not doing seconds. I'm pretty sure the only reason why he's touched me more than once is because I'm living in his father's house.
I'm easy access. Plain and simple.
I'd be kidding myself if I were to think that it's anything deeper than that. That's what I have to keep remembering. That's what I have to keep telling myself.
When I disembark the plane, Roman is about two people behind me, but I can still feel his Darth Vader-esque eyes drilling holes into the back of my head. Jerk.
"Bitsy!"
I hear the calling of my name rise above a sea of strange faces, before I can locate the direction that it's coming from. That is until I see the white poster board with black lettering being held high by a pair of hands with a big gold love knot ring on one hand. I'd know that ring anywhere; and the words on the sign, well those can only belong to the same person as well.
Welcome Home School Bucks Bitch!
Sure enough I spot Sloan's sun-kissed daddy long legs coming towards me. She's dressed in a casual fitted black T-shirt and a pair of daisy duke jean shorts, looking fabulous as usual, and laughing at the look that's probably plastered across my face after seeing her sign. She's my biggest fan, but she can be a tad bit inappropriate and over the top sometimes.
"Playing hooky?" I ask.
"It's Monday. No doctor wants to be bothered with a pharmaceutical rep on a Monday; that's why I usually do paperwork. But instead I thought I'd pick up the new dot com diva from the airport."
I laugh at the dot com reference because Sloan has no understanding of terminology for websites versus apps, or maybe she just doesn't care, but that's part of her charm. She's a sales powerhouse, a bombshell, daughter of a retired NBA basketball player dad and a voiceover actress mom; and her life's motto is definitely keep it simple stupid. She's not into the minute details of life. She never sweats the small stuff. She just likes good food, hot sex, and getting paid.
"How did you even know what time to pick me up crazy girl?" I ask.
Sloan gestures her head at something or rather someone behind me. "Batman over there sent me a text. Said you'd be needing a ride."
I turn to look for Roman and see that he's not even paying us any attention. He's deeply engrossed in some sort of flirtatious conversation with a red head dressed in an airline uniform. My stomach turns a bit. I'm so sick of him.
"How thoughtful of him." I say snidely.
"Do you have all your things?" Sloan asks. "Do we need to go to baggage claim?"
"No, I didn't check any
-Jagger
It must be divine intervention.
It has to be the universe's way of sending me a lifeline to climb out of the Roman Masterson sinkhole that I'm finding myself falling deeper into every single day.
This time I'm going to grab hold of the lifeline for dear life.
***
I barely say three words to Roman as we exit the plane, and he says even less. It feels awkward, especially because of what we just shared in my hotel room just hours ago, on top of the fact that I was just starting to get used to his crazy ass. And not just amazing in bed Roman, but the person he is out of bed as well.
He's definitely a lot different than what I'm used to. He's quick-tempered and a loose cannon, but he's also smart, driven, and pays actual attention to me when I’m talking; although I’m pretty sure he’s mostly interested in what's between my legs.
I don't think Roman has ever had a serious relationship with a woman, and frankly why would he? Women drool all over him twenty-four hours a day. Why would he pick just one? Particularly one he's related to. Not to mention that I haven't forgotten what he said about not doing seconds. I'm pretty sure the only reason why he's touched me more than once is because I'm living in his father's house.
I'm easy access. Plain and simple.
I'd be kidding myself if I were to think that it's anything deeper than that. That's what I have to keep remembering. That's what I have to keep telling myself.
When I disembark the plane, Roman is about two people behind me, but I can still feel his Darth Vader-esque eyes drilling holes into the back of my head. Jerk.
"Bitsy!"
I hear the calling of my name rise above a sea of strange faces, before I can locate the direction that it's coming from. That is until I see the white poster board with black lettering being held high by a pair of hands with a big gold love knot ring on one hand. I'd know that ring anywhere; and the words on the sign, well those can only belong to the same person as well.
Welcome Home School Bucks Bitch!
Sure enough I spot Sloan's sun-kissed daddy long legs coming towards me. She's dressed in a casual fitted black T-shirt and a pair of daisy duke jean shorts, looking fabulous as usual, and laughing at the look that's probably plastered across my face after seeing her sign. She's my biggest fan, but she can be a tad bit inappropriate and over the top sometimes.
"Playing hooky?" I ask.
"It's Monday. No doctor wants to be bothered with a pharmaceutical rep on a Monday; that's why I usually do paperwork. But instead I thought I'd pick up the new dot com diva from the airport."
I laugh at the dot com reference because Sloan has no understanding of terminology for websites versus apps, or maybe she just doesn't care, but that's part of her charm. She's a sales powerhouse, a bombshell, daughter of a retired NBA basketball player dad and a voiceover actress mom; and her life's motto is definitely keep it simple stupid. She's not into the minute details of life. She never sweats the small stuff. She just likes good food, hot sex, and getting paid.
"How did you even know what time to pick me up crazy girl?" I ask.
Sloan gestures her head at something or rather someone behind me. "Batman over there sent me a text. Said you'd be needing a ride."
I turn to look for Roman and see that he's not even paying us any attention. He's deeply engrossed in some sort of flirtatious conversation with a red head dressed in an airline uniform. My stomach turns a bit. I'm so sick of him.
"How thoughtful of him." I say snidely.
"Do you have all your things?" Sloan asks. "Do we need to go to baggage claim?"
"No, I didn't check any
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