Page 55 of Chasing Wildflowers
Sorry, guys, but women do talk about dick size.
Kam’s eyes move back and forth between her hands, widening with disbelief. “You lucky bitch.”
I give her a sly grin and a wink “And it’s pierced.”
“It’s official. You are the luckiest fucking bitch on the planet,” she sighs dramatically. “Do you think he has any friends who are also perfect?” She perks up, adding. “The pierced dick isn’t mandatory but is a plus.”
I chuckle, shaking my head, no longer surprised by the ridiculous things that come out of her mouth. Kam literally says whatever she wants.
“How is the bookstore doing?” I ask, directing the conversation away from myself.
I run my fingers over the green and gold cover of the book Kam showed me weeks ago. It’s no surprise she had to order another box. That book was amazing, though I’m now counting the days until the next one comes out, which isn’t soon enough.
She smiles, looking around her store with her hands on her hips. “It’s doing really great. Better than I expected in such a small town.” She laughs. “Who knew all these old ladies and housewives were so into dirty books?”
Kam opened the bookstore three years ago, all on her own. She and her parents don’t have the greatest relationship. She comes from money, like me, and they want her to get married. Preferably to someone of their choosing. That’s not what Kam wants. She wants to wait until she finds ‘the one’.
Slipping the last book onto the shelf, I nudge the box away with my foot, the rough cardboard scraping softly against the hardwood. “Have any of the authors you emailed gotten back to you about signings yet?”
She nods, her bright blue eyes lighting with excitement. “Yeah, a few of the indie authors have gottenback to me and have booked signings for later this year and early next year.”
“That’s amazing.”
She cocks her head to the side. “So now that I’ve let you successfully distract me for a while…are you going to talk to Jameson?”
I groan. “Yes. I’ll talk to him tonight when he comes over.”
“Aww look at my best friend, she’s growing up so fast,” she teases, wiping a fake tear from her cheek.
“I’m leaving.” I grab my purse off the counter and head for the door.
“Love you!” She yells.
“Love you more!” I yell back as I slip out the door, the bell ringing as I open and close the door.
I run a hand down the front of my flowy, black maxi dress. Checking myself in my mirror for what feels like the hundredth time.
Why am I so nervous?
Jameson isn’t the kind of guy to start a relationship that he doesn’t see going anywhere. Are we in a relationship? Boyfriend and girlfriend? We haven’t had that conversation either.
Damn it. Get it together, Lane. It’s just a conversation. One, he was probably waiting for me to start. I can trust Jameson.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. My eyes roam over my reflection once more. I curled my hair the way he told me he likes and put on his favorite red lipstick.
I’m not at all surprised to see the beautiful bouquet of wildflowers in front of me when I pull the door open. “At this point, I think you are keeping the flower shop in business.” I laugh, taking the offered flowers.
“You look beautiful.” He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, careful not to ruin my lipstick.
No, he will take pleasure in doing that later with his cock. Another of his favorites.
I lead him into the kitchen, the smell of garlic and herbs filling the air.
He takes a vase from the cabinet and fills it with water. “Chicken Alfredo?"
I watch him as he moves around my kitchen, making himself at home. Can’t say that I hate it.
I nod, handing him the flowers. “It’s one of the few meals I can make that doesn’t come frozen.”
