Not the Stand In: A BBW New Adult Serial Romance (Not the Hot Chick series Book 2)

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by N. Raines




  Contents

  Title Page

  Not the Stand In

  Connect with N. Raines

  Kindle Titles by N. Raines

  Dedication

  Copyright page

  Not the Stand In

  (Book 2 in the Not the Hot Chick Series)

  N. Raines

  Not the Stand In

  Layla Messner waited in line at Federico's Pizza in the heart of Buffalo, New York, planning to order the Thursday night special: two cheese slices and a large soft drink. She sighed and shifted as the guy in front of her took his sweet time staring at the takeout menu and quizzing the guy behind the counter about every item.

  "Are the peppers on the sausage sub hot peppers? No? What kind of cheese is on the ham and cheese sub? Do you have Swiss cheese? Okay, give me a large ham and cheese. No, wait. Make that a roast beef. Does that come with Russian dressing?"

  Oh, God. Layla folded her arms and rolled her eyes. She was hungry and crabby, and this guy wasn't helping. But it wasn't he who'd put her in a bad mood. That was on her roommate Kelsey, who'd promised to meet her for supper. Kels had bailed at the last minute, texting Layla that she'd made plans with some guy she met last night.

  Kelsey apparently hadn't gotten the memo that it was not the 1950s and women no longer ditched their friends to hang out with some random dude.

  You know that's how she is, Layla told herself. Don't let it spoil your night.

  To distract herself from the PITA still pondering his selection, she turned to gaze out the shop's plate-glass window. A man opened the door, head down, reading his phone. When he looked up, Layla's breath caught in her throat. Their eyes met.

  His mouth hitched up in that naughty grin she remembered so well. "Little Layla. Well, how've you been?"

  Cameron. Cam. She hadn't seen or spoken to him since spring break back in March. And here it was already October. But she sure hadn't forgotten the night they spent together. Hell, how could she? It had been the most amazing sex of her life.

  No surprise that she'd remember him. But the fact that he remembered her name truly knocked the wind from her sails.

  He was hot, buff, and a bartender. Not to mention a smart and seriously nice guy. No question he had his choice of women. And no telling how many there'd been since she hooked up with him. Dozens, maybe.

  Sad to say, she could not make the same claim. In fact, she'd been with no one since Cam. Not because she'd imagined their hookup could be more than a one-nighter. She just had too many other things on her plate—first classes and student teaching, and now, after graduation, her struggle to find full-time work. There was no time for romance or even a casual hookup. Real life was kicking her ass.

  There she stood with her mouth hanging open like a goldfish. Cam waved his hand in front of her face. "Hello?"

  "Oh." God, she must look like an idiot. Her face flamed. "Hi. Good. I'm good." She cleared her throat. "How are you?"

  "I'm great. A little disappointed, though."

  "Huh?" She blinked. "How come?"

  "I thought for sure I'd see you again at the Shamrock after…you know…" He tilted his head as though awaiting an explanation.

  No way could she admit she'd avoided the Shamrock—where he worked and where they first met—on purpose. "Oh, well, I—"

  "Next, please," announced a voice behind her. Layla startled, then turned. The man taking orders waited for her, having at last rid himself of the guy playing twenty questions.

  "Uh, yes." She stared at the menu board, which glazed to a blur. Cam's sudden appearance had rattled her. What had she been going to order?

  Oh, right. "The special, please."

  "For here or to go?" The man's deadpan tone belied his annoyed expression.

  "Uh…" She felt Cam behind her, watching her, waiting patiently. Heat bloomed on the back of her neck. Why did he have to stand so close? She couldn't think. God, she was a wreck.

  "For here," Cam said.

  What? She swiveled her head to glance back at him.

  He grinned. "You're here…I'm here…let's have dinner."

  "For here," the counterman echoed, apparently not caring who gave the order as long as the line moved along.

  Layla didn't rescind the order. Her heart gave a little jump of excitement. Cam wanted to have dinner with her! Firmly she commanded herself to get a grip. It's just a couple of slices, Layla. Not a date.

  Just a matter of happenstance. Of opportunity.

  "You're here…I'm here…"

  Those were the same words he'd used the night they slept together, when his plan to hook up with her neighbor Jessi hadn't panned out. Layla just happened to be there, a second choice. Consolation prize.

  To her, that night had been an adventure never to be forgotten. For Cam, it had just been another booty call. If Layla hadn't been there, he'd have made it with whoever was.

  Recalling that, it became much easier to tamp down her excitement. In fact, she felt almost grim as they collected their orders. Cam gestured for her to precede him and followed her to a free table.

  "By the way, how's your friend?" he asked once they were seated.

  "My friend?"

  He peeled the paper off his straw. "What's her name. Jessi."

  Her stomach turned over. He would have to ask. "We were never really friends."

  "Oh." He looked mildly surprised. "Guess I thought since you went out together…"

  "It was only that one time. Anyway, she moved away after graduation. We don't keep in touch. Why?" She eyed him, suspicion—and as much as she hated to admit it, jealousy—gathering. Stupid reaction. After all, Jessi had been his first choice. If the girl hadn't gotten violently ill that night, he and Layla never would have hooked up.

  You were just the stand-in, Layla. Don't forget that.

  He shrugged, perfectly innocent. "Just making conversation."

  "Hmm." She took a sip of her drink. "If you want the truth, she stopped speaking to me after that night. After you and I…got together."

  "How come?"

  "She found out about it, and it pissed her off that I got with you first."

  "What the hell?" Cam's mouth twisted into a frown. "What was it, a contest?"

  "No!" God, what did he think she was? "Nothing like that."

  "How'd she find out, anyway? Did you tell her?"

  "She figured it out. I went to her place after we, you know. I wanted to check on her, make sure she was all right. She was asleep on the sofa, so I covered her with a blanket and went back to my apartment. The next morning she came by, hungover and pissed off, basically, that the two of you hadn't hooked up. Wanted to know everything that happened after we dropped her off."

  Cam's eyebrows flew to his hairline. "Everything?"

  "I just told her you came to my place and we had a couple beers. But she wouldn't let up. Kept asking questions, getting all up in my business. 'What did you say? What did he say? What did he do then?' Giving me this real evil look like she suspected something. I kept trying to change the subject, but she wouldn't drop it." Even thinking about Jessi's intrusiveness, Layla felt herself heat up like a pot about to boil over. But that wasn't the worst. "Then she……"

  She broke off and shook her head, compressing her lips.

  Cam's expression melted into one of concern. "No, tell me. What did she do?"

  She let go a gust of air. "She kind of flipped her hair back and smirked. Then she said 'What am I worried about? It's not like he'd fuck you.'" Mindful of the fact they were in public, she mout
hed the F-word rather than speak it aloud.

  Cam recoiled, nowhere near as circumspect. "What a bitch!" His voice resounded in the pizza parlor, earning him sharp looks from those sitting nearby.

  He lifted his hands in a gesture of apology to the diners he'd offended before turning back to Layla. "She really…?"

  "Yeah, she did, and then I said, 'Well, you'd be wrong about that.'" She stared down at the two slices cooling on her paper plate. "I should've kept my mouth shut, but she made me so—"

  "I don't blame you," he said. "She was totally out of line. What a bitch." This time he murmured the epithet.

  Layla couldn't deny how good it had felt, throwing that tidbit of news in Jessi's smug face. It felt even better, though, knowing Cam was on her side.

  "Anyway, when she heard that, her face turned so red I thought she was going to explode. She stormed across the hall, slammed the door, and never spoke to me again. Anytime we happened to meet in the hallway, she'd just give me this look." Imitating the look, Layla narrowed her eyes and peeled her lips back from her teeth in a sneer.

  Cam gave a mock shiver. "Ugh. Scary."

  "I know. At least I only had to put up with it till the end of the semester. Then, like I said, she moved away."

  "Good thing." Cam nodded at her plate. "Food's getting cold. Let's eat."

  They spent the next few minutes chowing down in comfortable silence. Still, Layla wondered. Why had he questioned her about Jessi? Was it really just small talk? Or was there another reason?

  It had been childish, maybe, to throw her fling with Cam in the girl's face, but Layla couldn't forget the burn of humiliation at Jessi's arrogant assumption. "It's not like he'd fuck you."

  Yeah he did, honey, and it rocked my world. You'll never know what you missed.

  But maybe Jessi did know. She had been so pissed that Layla wouldn't have put it past her to try her luck with Cam, even knowing Layla got there first. Jessi would want to prove herself better than Layla. In Jessi's eyes, maybe it had been a contest. And no way would she let the chubby girl win.

  Layla sipped her diet cola and eyed Cam as he innocently munched his pepperoni slice. Jessi had a rep for banging bartenders, or so Cam had once said. Had he hooked up with Jessi and ended up as one more notch on her bedpost?

  His gaze caught hers. "What's up? I got sauce on my face?"

  She had zoned out. "Excuse me?"

  "You're checking me out. Something wrong?"

  Yes. Did you sleep with Jessi? That was what she wanted to say, but instead she gave a small, embarrassed laugh. "No." She shook her drink cup, now mostly ice. "I'm going to get a refill. You want another soda?"

  He gave her a teasing smile. "You mean another pop?"

  "Ha-ha." She wasn't going to get into that age-old argument with a native Buffalonian. "Whatever."

  "No thanks, I'm good."

  When she returned with her refill, she found a girl standing at their table, chatting with Cam. Smiling from ear to ear, the tall brunette barely flicked a glance at Layla as she reclaimed her seat.

  "How long has it been?" The brunette caressed Cam's shoulder with turquoise-tipped nails.

  "Oh, uh, not that long. How've you been?" Cam's cheeks flushed as he shifted in his seat.

  "All right." The girl poked out her lower lip in a pout. "I stopped by the Shamrock the other night, but you weren't there. Tuesday night?"

  "Oh, yeah. I was at class." He cleared his throat. "Sorry I missed you."

  The brunette was all smiles again. "Oh, that's all right. I'll come by again."

  Layla stared at the table's salt and pepper shakers as though they fascinated her. It wasn't the first time she'd been treated as though she were invisible.

  Cam gave Layla another look, this time one of apology. "That's great. Listen, you'll have to excuse me now, I'm here with my friend…"

  Layla smiled at him, warmth and gratitude flooding her.

  "Oh!" The girl blinked in surprise, as if this were the first time she'd noticed Layla sitting there. "Of course, Cammy." She traced her talons around his collar and ruffled the back of his hair. "I'll be seeing you." Her smile dazzled, and the look she threw Layla was nothing less than a challenge: Top that, bitch.

  Layla didn't know whether to laugh or roll her eyes in disdain.

  Cam sat stiffly until the brunette left. Then he relaxed and let go a sigh. "Sorry about that."

  Layla told herself that the burning in her middle was not jealousy, but a reaction to the red pepper flakes she'd sprinkled on her pizza. "That's okay. She a friend of yours, Cammy?"

  His irritated frown warned her not to tease him. "Kind of."

  His answer told Layla everything she needed to know. The brunette was someone he'd gotten with in the past.

  So what, girlfriend? So are you.

  She couldn't help but see the humor in the situation and snickered.

  He looked baffled. "What's so funny?"

  She shook her head in sympathy. "Poor you. Running into two of your former hookups in one night."

  For a moment, it seemed he didn't know how to respond. Then he huffed a laugh. "I know, right?"

  "Welp, that's what you get for being so irresistible to women."

  "Yeah, that's me," he deadpanned.

  The brunette sat at a table in a far corner with a couple of her friends. She faced Layla, looking daggers at her before whispering to the other girls. They glanced over their shoulders and shot laser glares at her, or maybe at Cam.

  Layla did her best to ignore them while she and Cam ate and filled each other in on their lives since they'd last met. Layla had survived student teaching and graduated with her BS in childhood education.

  "Now I just need to find a job." She gave him a rueful smile. "I'm subbing a lot and tutoring a few nights and weekends. Scraping by till I can get something full-time."

  He nodded sympathetically. "It's tough out there. Hang tight, though. You'll find something."

  "I hope so."

  "What made you decide to stay here, anyway? A lot of people can't wait to get out of this town."

  "Well, there's a lot more going on here than in Starling Falls, New York."

  "Where?" Cam asked.

  "My home town, if you can even call it a town. Nothing's there for me except my family. No job prospects. Hell, there aren't even any falls there anymore. And after four years here, well, I've come to like it." She sighed. "Now all I need is full time employment before I turn forty."

  "It'll happen. You're a good teacher. Someone's bound to snap you up."

  She thought she was a good teacher, or at least had the makings of one. It warmed her that he thought so, too. "What makes you so sure? You've never seen me in a classroom."

  "Hey, I remember that picture you had on the fridge. From one of the kids in your class. What's his name again?"

  "Henry." The little boy had drawn her portrait in crayon. It still held a place of honor on her refrigerator. Layla was surprised that Cam remembered the drawing.

  "Yeah. You care about your kids. That shows you're a good teacher."

  Of course there was a lot more to it than that, but she wasn't about to downplay his compliment or his faith in her. Both felt good. "Thanks."

  She then asked him how things were going at the Shamrock, not only his place of work but his family's business. One day he hoped to assume ownership. His face lit up when he talked about the bar/restaurant and the plans he had for its future.

  She recalled what he'd told the brunette. "And you're still taking classes."

  "Yeah, business courses."

  Not only was he hot, he was ambitious and hardworking. Layla was just as impressed with him now as she'd been the first night they met.

  From the corner of her eye, she noticed Cam's former hookup glaring at her again. Layla directed her attention back to Cam. "What's her name?"

  He spoke through a mouthful of pizza. "What?"

  "The girl you were talking to a few minutes ago. What's her name?
"

  "Uh…Blair…Bella…" He shook his head. "Something with a B."

  "You can't remember?" Proof positive that he'd had booty calls by the dozens. She couldn't imagine not knowing all her partners' names. "Jeez, how many girls have you been with?"

  His mouth screwed up in annoyance. "I don't exactly keep score."

  "Well, thank God for that, anyway."

  "I know, I know, it sounds bad." He didn't seem too embarrassed, though. He shrugged and added "I'm a bartender." As though that explained everything. He wagged a finger at her. "I'm over twenty-one, single, and free. What's with the slut-shaming?"

  Layla sighed. "You're right. My bad." After all, it was none of her affair who he got busy with. And she had no right to feel even the merest smidgen of jealousy.

  No right at all, got that?

  At the other table, Blair-Bella, or whatever her name was, sneered and tossed her hair back in a gesture that instantly reminded Layla of Jessi.

  But that wasn't the only similarity. Blair-Bella had a banging body and the face of a cover girl. Just like Jessi, she was a hot chick, with all the attitude that entailed.

  But he didn't remember her name. He remembered yours, though.

  Did that make her special?

  No. She was being stupid, giving meaning to something that had only been an interlude. Their night together. It might have been special to Layla, but to Cam it had been just another run-of-the-mill hookup.

  You were conveniently there, that's all.

  Again she felt that fiery sensation in her middle. This time it traveled up into her chest and throat. And the red pepper wasn't the cause.

  No, it was Jessi's hateful words ringing in her memory: "It's not like he'd fuck you."

  It was the brunette's hair toss and look of contempt. Top this, bitch.

  Layla moved her gaze from Cam, who was chewing the last of his pizza, to the Blair-Bella girl. She stared unblinkingly at Layla, and this time Layla stared right back.

  He's with me, isn't he? Layla told her silently. Not with you. Yeah, I'll top it, bitch. You bet I will.

  Last time she had been the runner-up, the stand-in. But what if tonight she could be Cam's first choice?

  She eyed Cam, who had no clue how the cogs were turning in her brain. He'd been the perfect gentleman tonight, polite and friendly. After the first few awkward moments, they'd eased into conversation almost like old friends. He'd made no reference to their night together, and no hint that he wanted a repeat performance.

 

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