Page 5 of Book Boyfriend
“No. No way.”
“So help me God, Greer. You need to call Chris Hemsworth’s twin! Do it!”
“No, I can’t!”
“Why? Why can’t you?” she asks.
“Because.”
“Give me his number then. I’dcall a guy who looked like Chris Hemsworth’s leftnostril.”
I chuckle and toss the card on the table. I pick up the phone and go back into the bathroom. Dropping my robe, I start applying lotion to my skin. Why in the world would he send me flowers? How did he get my room number? Should I be flattered or frightened? I mean, he did make my head spin, but maybe that was because I have a brain injury.
“Hello? Are you there?” Luna asks.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“I know what’s going on. I want you to listen to me. Okay? You are a beautiful, strong, independent, talented woman who has had what seems to be a crap load of bad luck lately. But the truth is, Oliver did you a favor when he cheated. He gave you the reason you needed to leave a shitty marriage and find someone who appreciates the wonderful, intelligent person you are. You’re on vacation. Go have a little fun with a hot stranger you’ll never see again. Let him take you to a free dinner. Maybe let him make you cum. Have fun. You deserve it. Go live your life. Stop sitting on the sidelines inventing lives for fictional characters and make one for yourself!”
“Let him make me cum? Jesus, Luna. I’m not that girl. I’ve only ever been with Ollie. I’m not going to fuck some strange guy and come home with a disease.”
“Is that all you heard? Who said fuck him? I said, let him make you cum. You don’t need to fuck him for that!”
“This is ridiculous!” I bury my face in my arms and lean against the bathroom door.
“Call him! Call him! Call him!”
She’s chanting and at first it pisses me off. But then, it makes me laugh. Maybe she’s right. I am hungry. It’s a free dinner. I’ll reschedule my trip home for the morning, have dinner with a good-looking stranger, and then head home to focus on getting my life put back together. What do I have to lose?
She’s still chanting. I consider just hanging up on her, but I say “Fine!” first. Pressing end call, I slip a light blue V-neck T-shirt over my head and walk back out into the living area. I start and stop dialing ten times before I’m finally able to call him. I use the hotel phone. There’s no way he’s getting my cell phone number.
“Hello?”
“Hi, umm, Patrick? I mean, Fisher? Yeah, you didn’t need to send me flowers. I mean, they’re really beautiful and all, but it wasn’t necessary.”
“I know they weren’t necessary, but I really wanted to. Do you believe in fate, Greer?”
I can hear him smiling when he speaks. I can tell. I roll my eyes at myself for feeling giddy.
“Oh, shit, you’re not one of those people, are you?” I ask.
“I am. I think there’s a reason I ran into you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since.”
“Maybe you hit your head, too.”
“Did you hit your head?” he asks, suddenly worried.
“I’m fine.”
“You could have a concussion. Now you have to let me see you. I need to make sure your eyes are fully dilated.”
I laugh. “Do you run over people on purpose? Is this your MO?”
“Have dinner with me.”
“No.”
“Have dinner with me.”
