AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What? No. You were the one who saw him first. And he looks like he’s just your type.”
“The kind of man my parents would hate if I brought home? Hmm. Yeah. Normally, I’d be all about that, but that’s what they expect of me. I have to keep them on their toes. If I bring home a clean-cut suit, they’ll be so confused.”
“You’ve got issues.”
“Definitely,” she agreed. “I bequeath him to you. Go talk to him.”
“I’m not gonna talk to him. What would I even say?”
“Say nothing, just pet his leather vest.”
“Pass.”
She sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
“What?”
“If you go talk to him, I promise I’ll show up at the gala your mother is organizing.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You never go to those things.”
“Well, I will. For you. But only if you go up and talk to him.”
“All I have to do is talk to him?” I asked.
“That’s all.”
I peered at her for a moment and then suddenly smiled. “Okay.”
Charlie blinked. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I repeated. “I’ll go talk to him.”
“You have to say more than hi to him. Otherwise, no deal. If you spend five minutes over there, I’ll even wear the backless dress I’ve been saving for a special occasion. The dress will make my mother blow a gasket.”
“Why do you want to torture your mother so badly?” I asked.
“Don’t take her side,” Charlie said. “Now go.”
I set my drink down and slid off the stool. I grabbed my phone, shot Charlie a wink, and then with feigned confidence, approached tall, dark, and Bad Decision.
Capital B. Capital D.
Bad Decision was standing by himself and the closer I got to him, the more I realized I hadn’t seen him clearly at all.
He was taller than I originally thought, at least ten inches over my five four. His jaw was covered in stubble and his gaze surveyed the floor.
Electric blue eyes glanced in my direction before drifting away. “I’m not interested, Jailbait.”
His deep voice washed over me and despite his words, goosebumps arose along my arms.
“I’m not jailbait,” I blurted out.
He turned his attention back to me and raised a dark brow. “Yeah? Prove it.”
“Prove it?”
“Show me your ID.”
