Charming My Best Friend (Fated #2) Read Free

said.
    He nodded. “Sounds good.”
    Fiona followed him to the door, and I didn’t have to look in
their direction to know they were groping each other. When I heard the door
close, I turned to look at her as she fell back against it and sighed.
    “So he’s new,” I said.
    Fiona jumped away from the door, squatted down, and stomped in
hysterical circle.
    “Is it safe to assume you got laid?”
    She walked over to the couch and collapsed on it, pulling her
shirt down. “Isn’t he dreamy?”
    “He’s your type anyway.”
    “All day long.”
    I laughed. “Is he the Tinder guy you showed me before?”
    “One and the same.”
    “I thought he looked familiar. He works at the Children’s
hospital?”
    She crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah.”
    “Is he a doctor?”
    “A nurse, but who cares? Scrubs are hot.”
    “Can’t argue with you there.” I leaned forward and pushed my
plate farther back on the table so I could put my feet up. “Did you know he was
going to stop by or-”
    “No, he asked if I wanted to get a quick dinner, and I said I’d
already picked up a pizza but that he could stop by.”
    “So he stopped by for a ride, huh?”
    “Yeah, and we got off at all the stops.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Got it.”
    “Yes he does.”
    “How long have you been seeing him?”
    “That was the third time. We had lunch once and went for a drink
the other night.”
    “Do you genuinely like him or are you just happy you got
fucked?”
    She shrugged. “Both, I hope.”
    “He seems normal enough.”
    “I know, right? What a relief?! I swear if I met one more
eccentric hipster I was going to scream.”
    “You think you might be able to carry on seeing this guy seriously?”
    “I don’t see why not. He’s nice and funny, and he loves kids, obviously.”
    “So he can’t be a total monster.”
    Fiona folded her arms behind her head and looked up at the
ceiling.
    I didn’t even want to know what was going through her mind.
“Thanks for picking up the pizza by the way.”
    She dropped her eyes and looked at me. “No worries. I’m going to
have some in a minute. I forgot what an appetite a good round of sheet
wrestling can work up.”
    I shook my head. “I put the garlic sauce in the fridge.”
    “Cool.”
    She walked over to the kitchen and I sat back, happy that at
least one of us was getting some that meant something.
    “So how was closing up with Chuck?” she asked.
    “Honestly, you’re in such a good mood right now I don’t think I
should tell you.”
    “Why? What happened?”
    “It was a fucking disaster.”
    “Jesus. Hold on a sec.” She opened the pizza box and dragged a
slice onto her plate. “Do you need another drink while I’m up?”
    “I’d take a shandy if there are any left.”
    “Sure.”
    A moment later, she handed me an open bottle and plopped down on
the couch. “So what happened? I feel so guilty that I left.”
    “It’s okay, but it was really scary. He got kind of aggressive.”
    “How aggressive?”
    “I don’t think he would’ve raped me or anything but he went as
far as telling me I wasn’t going to call for help.”
    “What?! How did it even come to that?”
    “He came up behind me and pressed his-” I swallowed. “Pressed
himself against me.”
    “Eww. What a creep!”
    “And when he put his hands on my hips, I told him to take his
fucking hands off me or I was going to call the police, and that’s when he said
I wasn’t going to call anyone and forced me to hang up the phone.”
    Fiona’s eyes were wide and her pizza slice was frozen half way
between the plate and her mouth. “What did you do?”
    “Aiden showed up.”
    She dropped the pizza and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”
    “I know. I was freaking out, Fiona. I basically ran to him when
he walked in.”
    “What did Chuck do?”
    “He just listened while I told him that Aiden was my MMA
fighting boyfriend and that he broke people’s ribs all the time.”
    She laughed.