Read Online Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) by Cheryl Brooks - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Cheryl Brooks
Ads: Link
her to call him. Why wasn’t he sitting at home waiting for the phone to ring?
T he answer was simple. He’d given up—unless he was out there somewhere searching for her. Which was stupid, because if he had any sense at all, he’d have gone to Bennie’s, just as she had done.
Evidently, he didn’t want her and was now regretting the impulse to even speak to her, let alone give her his phone number. If he’d unplugged his phone it would ring and ring like he wasn’t there—something he might’ve done if he was sleeping with someone else and didn’t want to be disturbed.
She rolled out of bed . If she didn’t get her email up and running, she’d lose what was left of her mind.
After resetting the modem again, the damn thing actually worked. Now all she had to do was figure out what to write. Should she sound sexy, provocative, reluctant, or depressed? What would win him over and get him to reply? She had no idea. Quirky? Since he was sort of quirky himself, that approach might appeal to him.
“Dear Alan,” she would write. “Remember the depressed woman who shared your coat for a while? Well, her name is Emily, and she’s cold again. Please reply before she freezes to death.”
Nope, too cutesy and not nearly quirky enough.
Exuberant: “Hey, Alan Paul Ryan John! I’m an absolute idiot for letting you go! Please don’t hold it against me because I’ve looked for you everywhere ! I lost the napkin and only found it again last night. Please reply ASAP. Love, Emily :)”
Sincere : “Dear Alan, I miss you dreadfully, and I’m so sorry to have left you that way. Please forgive me and write soon. Love, Emily.”
Dirty : “Hey, Alan. How’s that boner? Not gone yet, I hope, because I’d like to help you out with that. I’ve got at least three places you can put it—anytime you like. Got the hots for you! Emily :)”
Desperat e: “Alan. I’ve been searching for you—and your phone number—everywhere! I found it last night, but I can’t find you. Where are you? Why don’t you answer your phone? I can’t live without you. All my love, Emily.”
Romantic: “My dearest Alan. I have been pining away for two weeks now. Alas, I find that I can no longer continue living without you by my side. You must call, or I shall surely die. Your loving Emily.”
Casual: “Hey, Alan, if you’re still interested, write back. If not, I guess I’ll just crash and burn somewhere. Later, Emily.”
Brief, but to the point: “Alan, Please write back. Emily.”
Honest and truthful: “Dear Alan, I lost your number and only found it again last night. I miss you, I need you, and I want you. I’m so sorry I left you. Please forgive me and write back. Love, Emily.”
Obscure: “Got ice cream?”
In the end, she went with the obscure, but truthfully romantic: “Dear Alan, I’ve tried, but ice cream just isn’t doing it for me. I need you . Love, Emily.”
Setting her jaw, she pushed “send.”
Message sent . Whoo hoo!
Emily ate breakfast then checked her email.
No reply.
She took a shower and checked again, but he hadn’t written back yet.
She tried wrapping presents—thus far, she’d only wrapped the one for Mitch, and she’d stuffed it in a gift bag—but checking her email every forty seconds wasn’t exactly conducive to getting much done .
No response .
After wrapping three gifts and having to open them again because she couldn’t remember who they were for, she gave up on that task and ate a late lunch before checking one more time…
Not even spam.
She cleaned the kitchen sink and looked at it again. This time there was a message from Glicka about a “Hot.... teene suxcking beeg ones...” She deleted it and then scrubbed the toilet.
After another quick check, she went to the grocery and bought some caramel nut fudge chocolate ice cream.
When Emily got home, she sat down in front of her laptop, eating right out of the box, clicking on the “Check Mail” icon after every third
T he answer was simple. He’d given up—unless he was out there somewhere searching for her. Which was stupid, because if he had any sense at all, he’d have gone to Bennie’s, just as she had done.
Evidently, he didn’t want her and was now regretting the impulse to even speak to her, let alone give her his phone number. If he’d unplugged his phone it would ring and ring like he wasn’t there—something he might’ve done if he was sleeping with someone else and didn’t want to be disturbed.
She rolled out of bed . If she didn’t get her email up and running, she’d lose what was left of her mind.
After resetting the modem again, the damn thing actually worked. Now all she had to do was figure out what to write. Should she sound sexy, provocative, reluctant, or depressed? What would win him over and get him to reply? She had no idea. Quirky? Since he was sort of quirky himself, that approach might appeal to him.
“Dear Alan,” she would write. “Remember the depressed woman who shared your coat for a while? Well, her name is Emily, and she’s cold again. Please reply before she freezes to death.”
Nope, too cutesy and not nearly quirky enough.
Exuberant: “Hey, Alan Paul Ryan John! I’m an absolute idiot for letting you go! Please don’t hold it against me because I’ve looked for you everywhere ! I lost the napkin and only found it again last night. Please reply ASAP. Love, Emily :)”
Sincere : “Dear Alan, I miss you dreadfully, and I’m so sorry to have left you that way. Please forgive me and write soon. Love, Emily.”
Dirty : “Hey, Alan. How’s that boner? Not gone yet, I hope, because I’d like to help you out with that. I’ve got at least three places you can put it—anytime you like. Got the hots for you! Emily :)”
Desperat e: “Alan. I’ve been searching for you—and your phone number—everywhere! I found it last night, but I can’t find you. Where are you? Why don’t you answer your phone? I can’t live without you. All my love, Emily.”
Romantic: “My dearest Alan. I have been pining away for two weeks now. Alas, I find that I can no longer continue living without you by my side. You must call, or I shall surely die. Your loving Emily.”
Casual: “Hey, Alan, if you’re still interested, write back. If not, I guess I’ll just crash and burn somewhere. Later, Emily.”
Brief, but to the point: “Alan, Please write back. Emily.”
Honest and truthful: “Dear Alan, I lost your number and only found it again last night. I miss you, I need you, and I want you. I’m so sorry I left you. Please forgive me and write back. Love, Emily.”
Obscure: “Got ice cream?”
In the end, she went with the obscure, but truthfully romantic: “Dear Alan, I’ve tried, but ice cream just isn’t doing it for me. I need you . Love, Emily.”
Setting her jaw, she pushed “send.”
Message sent . Whoo hoo!
Emily ate breakfast then checked her email.
No reply.
She took a shower and checked again, but he hadn’t written back yet.
She tried wrapping presents—thus far, she’d only wrapped the one for Mitch, and she’d stuffed it in a gift bag—but checking her email every forty seconds wasn’t exactly conducive to getting much done .
No response .
After wrapping three gifts and having to open them again because she couldn’t remember who they were for, she gave up on that task and ate a late lunch before checking one more time…
Not even spam.
She cleaned the kitchen sink and looked at it again. This time there was a message from Glicka about a “Hot.... teene suxcking beeg ones...” She deleted it and then scrubbed the toilet.
After another quick check, she went to the grocery and bought some caramel nut fudge chocolate ice cream.
When Emily got home, she sat down in front of her laptop, eating right out of the box, clicking on the “Check Mail” icon after every third
Similar Books
