Page 178 of Sweet Temptation

“Well, that’s nice she came by…” I offered, unsure how to read Elle’s tone.

“Isn’t it, though?” she said dryly. “I’m pretty damn sure Johnny’s presence was the deciding factor.”

I looked at Elle, startled. She visibly cringed.

“And why on Earth would that be the case?” I demanded.

Of course, we both knew why it would be the case. Because Johnny O was a rock star.

And Elle’s little sister had a serious rock star fetish.

I felt for Angie. I really did. Crushes were hard.

And Johnny was… attractive.

He was also a raging player.

I, myself, didn’t do players. Anymore. I was completely over the rock star thing. As in, I had no interest in dating a rock star.

I wanted to be a rock star.

Elle’s sister Angie, however, was crushing on a new one every other week.

Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to ever actually land one, pretty as she was. I had a theory on that, something to do with her being afraid of actually landing one. It had to be something like that. Because getting a promiscuous rock star to sleep with you, if you were as pretty as Angeline was, wasn’t the hardest task in the world.

Just in case, though…

“Please tell me you warned her about that one.”

“Oh, I warned her,” Elle said. “I also gave her the largest box of condoms Joanie could find for me at Costco. Just in case.”

“Fingers fucking crossed,” I muttered. “And good on Joanie. I need an assistant who’ll buy me condoms.”

Not that I had much use for condoms right now…

Kinda skipped right over that phase in my current relationship. Wasn’t even sure why or how that went down.

I just trusted Ronan like that.

“You really do,” Elle said. “I highly recommend.” Then she muttered, “I can’t watch this,” and turned away.

“You could send Flynn over. To, you know, have a talk with Johnny.”

“You kidding me? I do that, and he becomes even more desirable.”

Probably true.

Still, I watched Angie talking to Johnny. He was gorgeous, and he clearly knew it. And Angie was a hopeless romantic. She was just waiting for her knight in ripped jeans to swoop down on his motorcycle and carry her away to her happily ever after.

I used to be that idealistic, too.

“Well, we were all twenty-five once, right?” I said.

Elle sighed. “We sure were.”

We weren’t exactly old ladies here. I’d just turned thirty this year myself. But we’d both been through some serious breakups since we were Angeline’s age. That shit definitely made you feel older, wiser… and made you way more careful about who you opened your heart to.

I was pretty sure Angie didn’t yet know the difference between a man you took to bed a few times and a man you seriously considered marrying. The first were a dime a dozen, if you wanted them.

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