‘I know.So, when was the last time you checked your emails to see if the hotel had been in touch?’
‘Er…’ My cheeks heated.‘Maybe a few days ago,’ I lied.
If I was being honest, it’d been at least a week.When Vanessa first applied almost three months ago, Ididcheck every few days, but after six weeks of disappointment it didn’t feel healthy to obsess over it, so I stopped.
Anyway, emails were always depressing.I didn’t need that kind of negativity in my life.
‘A fewdays?’ Vanessa gasped.‘I check my emails at least ten times an hour.’
‘You’re a lawyer.Emails are important to you.I work in a juice bar.It’s not like I have customers emailing to order their morning green juice.’
‘Give me your phone!’ she ordered, thrusting her hand in front of me.There was no point in arguing, so I handed it over.
‘I should never have…’ Just as I was about say I regretted giving her my password, an advert flashed up on the TV opposite us that made my stomach churn.
‘What’s wrong?’ Vanessa asked, before following my gaze.‘Oh, shit.’
Plastered all over the screen was my ex, Brett’s, annoying face.He was cosying up with his gorgeous supermodel wife in their huge mansion with their perfect one-year-old daughter, promoting the latest season of their reality show.
Most people worried about bumping into their ex at the supermarket, but for me, things were more complicated.Brett was a famous rockstar and although I didn’t do social media, barely a day went by without me seeing him plastered on a billboard, hearing his songs blasting on the radio or seeing his perfect life advertised on the promos for his reality show.
Don’t get me wrong, I was totally over him.The arsehole broke my heart and I knew I was better off without him.But I just wished I didn’t have to see him again.
They say that everything in life is either a lesson or a blessing.In his case, it was both.Although it didn’t feel like it when it happened, breaking up was definitely a blessing.And the lesson I learnt was to never date anyone famous again.Just the thought of it made my blood run cold.
‘It’s fine!’ I insisted.‘I need a drink.Want another?’
‘You paid for dinner and drinks last time!’ Vanessa protested.‘It’s my turn.’
‘I’m buyingyoua drink,’ I insisted.Even though technically I couldn’t afford it, Vanessa was always so generous, so I wanted to treat her for a change.‘And I’m going to talk to Bar Bro.You’re right.I should have some fun.’ I pushed my chair back, stood up and strutted to the bar.‘Another red wine for Vanessa, please, Harvey,’ I said, then turned to the guy who’d been giving me the eye.‘Wanna get some air?’
My heart pounded.This was sonotme.I didn’t ask random guys if theywanted to get some air, but there was a first time for everything.
‘Sure, honey,’ he grinned, sliding off his stool, before following me.
‘Your drink’s on the way,’ I said to Vanessa.‘We’re stepping outside.’
‘I was wondering how long it’d take you to make a move,’ Bar Bro said as he led me down the alleyway at the side of the bar then gently eased me against the wall.‘If you’re looking for a good time, you’ve come to the right place.I can’t wait to slip and slide inside your ocean, baby girl.I’m gonna give it to you so good.One ride on my jumbo jet and you’ll be begging for more.’
My eyes popped.Hisjumbo jet?
I’d never shied away from sexy talk but calling his cock ajumbo jetwas a first.I supposed there was nothing wrong with a bit of confidence.And this was just supposed to be a bit of fun.What this guy chose to call his dick wasn’t important.
‘Maybe we could just, er… kiss?’ I said with a weak smile.
If he thought he was going to fuck me down an alleyway, he could think again.
Although Vanessa was right about it being a while since I’d been intimate, I still wasn’t ready to sleep with anyone.Especially not with a man who was clearly a player.Not after what happened before.
Just as I was considering whether I should explain to Bar Bro that I had no intention of riding hisjumbo jet, he gripped the back of my head then pushed his mouth on mine.
It took approximately one second for me to realise that letting this guy kiss me was a very, very bad idea.
He’d said he wanted toslide inside my ocean. But the only wetness happening right now wasn’t from between my legs.It was from the excessive amount of his saliva I felt dribbling down my chin.
Ugh.
This guy was plunging his tongue in my mouth like he was trying to unblock a toilet and the sloshing sound he was making in the process was gross.
