“As opposed to me? Not an adult?”
“You said it, not me,” I say with a giggle.
“Or maybe he has a thing for you.”
Tyler O’Neal? Sure, he’s hot. Assuming he takes that giant stick out of his ass, but he’s not my type. “Or maybe not.”
“Come on. I’m not the only person who sees how he looks at you. In team meetings, he focuses on you when he talks.”
I glare at Mona. While I’m wearing black slacks and a silk blouse, she’s dressed more like a goth. She’s not someone described asapproachable. No wonder she’s never asked to help with new hire orientation.
“Because I’m a friendly face who doesn’t scare children. And I somehow end up sitting across from him in those meetings. Totally accidental.”
“Here he comes,” she whispers, and I hop off her desk.
I smile sweetly at her. “Thanks for helping with that problem, Mona. You’re a real lifesaver.”
“Zimmerman,” Tyler calls, “can I speak with you in my office when you have a minute? Assuming you’re done helping Holly with whatever issue she’s having?”
“Just a weird Excel formula deal. I swear, that program has a mind of its own sometimes,” I say with my bestwe’re totally innocentsmile.
Mona rolls her eyes at me from behind the cubicle wall. “I’ll be right there, Tyler.” She stands and smirks, giving me a knowing look that makes me want to slap her. “He calls everyone by their last name. Except you. Tell me that’s not something.”
Tilting my head, I give her the same smile I just gave Tyler. “There are two of us with the last name Jordan on the team. It would get confusing if one of us wasn’t called by our first name, don’t you think?”
“And he could call Brady by his first name instead of you. But he doesn’t, does he?” she teases, walking backwards.
“Darla’s last name is Brady, idiot,” I say and head back to my desk.
Despite the distraction, I’m still excited about this app. It will give me what I’m looking for. Which is not my boss. Even if I do love a good office romance story.
No, this app is it. There’s no need for a one-night stand with Decker or humiliating myself with Tyler. Neither sees me that way, so it’s a moot point.
Except maybe Decker. But I’m pretty sure he’ll fuck any woman willing to spread her legs.
“This will be the ticket. I can feel it.”
First Date
Sitting at a table outside the American cuisine restaurant my date picked, I anxiously await my first date from Fairy Tale. My stomach jumps as my leg bounces, and I almost tremble with excitement.
Bad Boy.
It always has been and always will be my favorite trope. I’ve read just about every series I can find with bad boys who turn into a cinnamon roll for the woman they fall in love with.
The thought of being with a man who would kill for me and come home to give it to me good makes me a little giddy. And slightly worried. Like I maybe need to seek therapy. But it’s a fantasy, right? Sort of.
Okay, as much as IthinkI’d like that, I don’t know that I could really handle it if the man I was dating actually killed someone, whether it was for me or not. Unless it was to save my life or something. Even then, it might be hard to come to terms with.
My hands shake too badly to drink the water the server set down in front of me. It’s a nice day, and I’m seated on the patio.Perfect for spotting the man of my dreams. Perfect for hearing the rumble of his motorcycle as he pulls up wearing a leather kutte.
All I know about him is his name: Benny B.
The app doesn’t give last names, which is probably safest. If it did, I’d have already cyberstalked him, checked his socials, and maybe even searched for a criminal record. He’s listed under theBikersubcategory, after all.
All I have is his profile picture—which makes this totally worth the anxiety. He looks so much like Jax Teller fromSons of Anarchy. Talk about swoon. Charlie Hunnam is my absolute favorite actor, especially when he plays an antihero. I wouldn’t hesitate to lick whipped cream off any part of his body. And that English accent? Yep, that’s the stuff.
The thought has me shifting in my seat, and I hate how Decker was right about my dating drought. The thoughts of licking most parts of a man’s body don’t usually pop into my head otherwise. What I wouldn’t give for a man to give me an orgasm rather than my toy that has had its batteries replaced.
