And I did it willingly and joyfully.
I also dared every one of those soft ass friends of his to say one word about it, or I promised that I would come back for each and every one of them, every single day, until I had dealt with the entire fucking team.
I meant that shit.
And I think they took me for my word.
No one did a thing about it.
This girl had the power to make me do things that I’d never done before. I’d never fought over a girl. I never met one that inspired such a reaction out of me. The feeling was new to me–a foreign and almost frightening experience. Yet it was one of the most memorable afternoons of my life.
I drove Juliette home and we talked about all kinds of things that I didn’t normally talk about with anyone: politics, television, the internet, cell phones, music. I revealed so much to her during that long ride home. Things that I’d never shared with anyone.
I fell hard for her that day, but I’m the first to admit that my dick was doing all the thinking–not my brain. Because as soon as I pulled up in front of that pristine, colonial, five-bedroom house–the one that we’re in front of right now.
It hit me.
We were from two completely different worlds.
This would never work.
I could never be who she needed. Who she deserved.
So I dropped her off, and promised that I would call, but I never did and the plan was that I never would.
Yet here we fucking are.
Juliette
I’m dressed in a body skimming red cocktail gown that drops dangerously low in the back with red heels. I promised my mother that I would dress for the occasion, and honestly I don’t mind getting dolled up for her holiday party. It’s the only time of year that I actually wear something semiformal. Most of the time I’m in workout clothes (because I’m a gym rat) or jeans.
“You look amazing, darling,” my father says.
“Thanks, daddy.”
“Nice lipstick,” my mother comments. “Where’d you get that shade?”
“It’s by MAC.”
“Never heard of them.”
“You have to walk away from the Estee Lauder counter once in a while and check out some other product lines,” I snicker. “Everyone wears MAC now.”
“Can you help me go over a few things with the caterer, Juliette? They’re short on staff at the last minute, so I’m afraid we’re going to have to help them out a little tonight. You’re so good at getting the little details of this event right every time.”
“Sure, mom. It’s fun. I’ll do it.”
“I’m so relived that the weather held up. We should get a good turnout.”
“You always get a good turnout.”
“Your father mentioned that Chandler was coming tonight?”
“You know him too?”
Surprise. Surprise.
“He helped Sally’s son pass the bar.”
