Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“And a little more like a dumbass,” I argue.
“That too.” He winks.
As I drive home, I smile to myself. My parents might live to torture me, but they’re on my side. Dinner tonight was a success. I began my campaign to win over Jenna and convinced her to let me take her out on a date next weekend. Win.
JENNA
“Frank.” I look over at my French Bulldog, needing his support, and he stares up at me looking unimpressed. “Wild Templeton is picking me up in two hours,” I explain, hoping to figure this out. “Two weeks ago, I thought he was the biggest jerk in the world, but then I went to dinner at Ms. Milly’s house and saw a whole new side of him.” I continue to talk to Frank.
He’s one of my best friends. His cute little black head turns to the side as he contemplates my dilemma. “You’ll probably like him.” I scratch my love bug on the back. “He slept with his stuffed dog until he was in kindergarten,” I offer him for proof.
Imagining hot, muscular Wild Templeton cuddled up with a stuffed dog does all kinds of crazy things to me. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turn back to Frank. “I’m going shower. You be a good boy for Mommy.”
My lazy dog drops down on the bed and rolls over to go to sleep while I shower. I take my time and buff and scrub every inch of my body. I even dust off my razor and mow down the forest growing on my legs.
As I’m drying off, I hear a message beep and walk out of the bathroom to look for my phone. I glance down at the screen and laugh at Piper's text.
It’s not No Shave November anymore.
You might get lucky tonight. Bulldoze that shit.
I text her a quick response, assuring her that I’ve already taken care of the forest, and then toss my phone back on the bedside table.
While drying my hair, I tell myself to stay realistic. I mean, what are the chances a girl like me is going to end up with Wild Templeton? I brush my hair out until it shines and leave it hanging loose around my shoulders. I grab my makeup bag and apply my normal touch of blush and swipe of mascara.
Once I’m satisfied with my results, I walk into my bedroom to stand in front of my tiny closet and consider my options. It’s between my pink sweater dress and my light blue pantsuit. After a long internal debate, I grab the dress off the hanger. The shoes that match it are sky-high and will give me the extra height I need next to tall Mr. Templeton. I’m slipping the beige high-heeled pumps on my feet when the doorbell rings.
My heart begins to pound against my chest as I stumble out into the living room. "Get your shit together," I hiss to myself before taking a couple of deep breaths. I pull the door open and nearly melt when he smiles at me. Thank God I shaved instantly runs through my mind.
The hottest specimen of mankind is standing in my apartment hallway. Lucky me. “Hi,” I manage to squeak past my dry throat. Stepping back, I invite him in. As he walks in and kisses my cheek, his yummy masculine scent wraps around me, and a funny feeling shoots through my heart. I ignore the little part of my brain that’s trying to remind me that I disliked this man not even a week ago. Everyone knows, with the right motivation, a woman is allowed to change her mind.
“Hi yourself.” He smiles down at me. Frank chooses that moment to come barreling into the front hall. Wild steps back and blinks as my French Bulldog jumps up and down excitedly and sprinkles pee all over the floor.
“Frank,” I fuss. “Stop right this minute.” I grab my pup and blush as I glance at Wild to apologize. “I’m so sorry. He anxious pees.” I look down and breathe a sigh of relief when I realize all the pee missed my date’s pants and shoes.
Wild blinks several times before throwing back his head and laughing. “I guess it could be worse.” He steals a huge piece of my heart when he walks over and gently rubs Frank’s head while whispering, “There’s no reason to be anxious, little guy.” He softly coos, “I’m not going to hurt you.” He looks up at me and smiles. “I love dogs.” The big, bad Wild Templeton has a soft spot for dogs, and I fall the rest of the way.
After getting Frank situated on his doggy sofa with a Disney movie and a treat, we leave for our date.
My mouth nearly drops open when Wild leads me to the shiny, black sports car parked in front of my apartment. He helps me in before rushing around to settle into the driver’s seat. “Where are we going?” I ask, trying to find a safe subject.