by Roma James
I shrugged, glancing at him. “Just people watching.”
Caleb was wearing a seafoam green polo with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows. He propped his arms over the edge of the railing with an ice-cold beer in his hand. I glanced at him, then down at myself. I was wearing a pair of slacks with a button-down shirt and a tie. I was probably overdressed, but what the hell. Shirts could come off.
To his credit, Caleb made an effort to stand by and take in the scene along with me. It lasted a whole thirty seconds before he was fidgeting. Whereas I could take a moment to just sit and breathe, Caleb was a man of action. It was his idea to go out on the town tonight.
Caleb opened his mouth, probably to snark something at the peaceful scene. I was saved from sarcasm by Ethan’s appearance at the sliding glass door.
“Are you guys almost ready to go?” Ethan was dabbing aftershave onto his cheeks, and I could smell it from ten feet away.
“What the hell, man? What did you do? Bathe yourself in that crap?” I swatted the air to form a breeze with my flattened palm. “Women won’t come within two feet of us.”
“Nah, you’re wrong,” Ethan cackled. “The ladies will flock to us. Wanna put money down on it? The man with the most numbers wins.”
I rolled my eyes, exchanging a glance with Caleb. “Yeah, right. Wish I was a betting man but I’d hate to just take your money.”
The scotch was strong. I was already lightheaded and heard myself laughing a bit too loud as I poked fun at our friend.
Caleb, though, seemed to think Ethan had a good idea. “I think we should go straight for the clubs tonight.”
“It’s better than trying to pick up women at dive bars,” Ethan agreed.
None of us had ever been what you’d call a serious relationship. We had all had our share of flings, but nothing ever panned out. Call it fear of commitment or just the pure fact that none of us had found ‘Ms. Right,’. No one here was eager to settle down yet.
I was twenty-eight, and already feeling the pressure from my family. My mom in particular made me feel like the clock was ticking and I was running out of time to find the perfect wife to spawn out heaps of grandchildren.
I was just out there enjoying life, living in the moment. I figured if I found the perfect woman, I would see stars in front of my eyes. The clouds would part, and I would become awestruck and unable to speak or move.
That’s when the realization hit me, like crashing into a brick wall in a car going fifty miles an hour: The vividly sensual image of the sexy blonde woman on the beach. Her cheeks were rosy, a perfect contrast against her creamy white skin. My pulse fluttered at the memory of her shapely figure, those sultry curves.
I could hardly assume that she was the one. I’d only met her for five minutes, if that, and she had politely declined my offer to buy her dinner. Yet, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
Maybe my friends were right. It would do me some good to get out there and play the field a little. I had nothing to lose. I didn’t have to be on the hunt for a woman that was marriage material, but I couldn’t shake that blonde’s image from my mind either.
No, not just any blonde: Geneva Danes. Even the name had a lovely ring to it. I wasn’t in love, I was infatuated. It was time to hook myself onto someone else. Geneva just wasn’t meant to be mine.
About the Author
Roma grew up devouring her mother’s Harlequin romances without her knowledge. (Sorry, Mom). Although she studied business in college, she pivoted early on to her true love: writing love stories. She adores reverse harem romance and plans to publish in this genre as long as readers keep asking for them.
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Next up is Crave in late 2018, then The Pin-Up Girl also in late 2018. Rounding out the group will be The Starlet, due out in early 2019.
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Roma
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