Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
He pauses, and I get the feeling he wants to say something else . . . but he doesn’t.
“Goodbye, Juliet.” He brushes past me and walks out.
I roll my eyes and close the door behind him. Stop fucking with my head.
“How are we feeling today, Mrs. Potter?” I smile as I take her blood pressure on my morning rounds.
“Okay, I guess. I would be a lot better without that racket.” She gestures to the woman in the bed opposite her. The woman is asleep and snoring like a Mack truck.
“Now, now, be nice, Mrs. Potter.” I readjust her bed and fill out her chart.
Tom puts his head around the door. “Delivery just arrived at the nurses’ station for you, Jules.”
I glance up. “What kind of delivery?”
“The romantic kind.” He winks and disappears.
“Oh.” I hunch my shoulders up in excitement. “Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Potter.”
“I need some peace and quiet.”
“Let her sleep a little longer, please.” I make my way down to the nurses’ station and see the biggest bunch of red roses I have ever seen.
“Somebody is sucking up big time,” Rosemary says.
I smile goofily. “And so he should.”
I open the envelope and smile as I read the card.
Can’t wait to see you on Saturday.
Joel.
Oh . . .
They’re not from Henley . . .
“What’s wrong?” Rosemary asks.
“Nothing.” I fake a smile and stuff the card into my pocket.
Wrong man.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” I exhale heavily . . . jeez.
I take out my phone and text Joel.
Thank you for the Roses,
They are beautiful.
A reply bounces back.
Like you.
Ugh, this is getting complicated.
A beautiful man is sending me roses, and all I feel is disappointment that they didn’t come from an asshole.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I put the roses onto the shelf. “They can stay here so we can all enjoy them.”
“You don’t want to take them home?”
“No.” I shrug. “Nicer here. I need to get back to work.”
I trudge down the corridor and roll my eyes in disgust with myself.
Move on, Juliet.
Friday night
Chloe leads our toast. “To Rebecca. May she find a hot man to have hot rebound sex with tonight.”
We all giggle and sip our drinks.
Club Nero, also known as the meat market.
This is the place to come if you want to pick up, and tonight . . . Rebecca does.
She’s no longer the damsel in distress; she’s the angry bitch from hell, and god help anyone who stands in her way.
She wants revenge on her sleazebag husband, and Chloe and I have decided that the best way to get over him is to get under someone else.
It’s 10:00 p.m., and with way too many cocktails under our belt, we are on the prowl. Our eyes scan the club for any suitors.
“Maybe I need to get under someone else too,” I mutter.
“Definitely,” Chloe agrees. “Me, too, probably.”
Rebecca hunches her shoulders up in excitement. “This is actually kind of fun.”
“How long since you’ve had sex with anyone else?” I ask.
“I’ve only ever had sex with John.”
“What?” I gasp. “He’s the only one?”
“I know.” She rolls her eyes. “Don’t even get me started on how pathetic I am.”
“Who’s pathetic?” a voice says. We all turn to see Blake Grayson standing beside us. He’s in a suit. My eyes instantly flick around to look for his friends, and the masochist in me is excited to see Antony and then Henley. “Hi.” They nod.
Henley’s eyes hold mine for a beat longer than they should. Nerves dance around in my stomach, and I try to act casual. “Hello.”
The night just got interesting.
“What are you guys doing here?” Chloe asks.
“We had a charity thing we had to go to and bailed early,” Antony replies.
“So who’s pathetic?” Blake smiles over at us with his best sexy, boyish charm.
“Rebecca is having rebound sex tonight,” Chloe announces.
“Chloe.” Rebecca laughs. “Don’t tell them our secrets.”
Blake’s face drops as he looks between us. “What?”
“She is going to get it good tonight.” Chloe laughs. She punches her hand with her fist to simulate hard fucking.
Henley and Antony glance at each other and then chuckle at some kind of private joke.
“This is a terrible idea,” Blake replies.
“No. I need to do this,” Rebecca replies. “I’ve thought it through.”
Blake puts his hands on his hips as he stares at her, completely perplexed.
“The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” Chloe says.
“Enough talking, Chloe,” Blake snaps. His eyes lock onto Rebecca; he takes her drink from her, sips it, and winces. “This is too strong for you.”
She snatches it back off him. “Wimp.”
Henley and Antony are really finding something funny in the background. Henley says something to Antony, and he bursts out laughing.
“Fuck off,” Blake whispers as he elbows him swiftly in the ribs.
Wait a minute . . . does Blake have a thing for Rebecca?
Surely not?