Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend Read Free Page B

Hard.
    Sometimes.
    When Adonis didn’t say anything, I shook my head and walked out to my truck. I was loading myself up when his hand caught my door. He tried getting my name, but something came over me. One thing about me…I never played coy with a guy. I didn’t even know how to flirt.
    I don’t think that was what I doing, either but somehow I didn’t want this guy to just get things so easily. He seemed the type to get exactly what he wanted as soon as he flicked his fingers. Or mouth. His mouth I could probably stare at for days.
    I didn’t know how to play hard to get, but I didn’t just want to give it to him. Like I said, he was that guy. Who got whatever he wanted by snapping his hot guy fingers.
    When he told me his, I immediately liked it. It was an unusual name. I had never heard of it before. Looking at him, it seemed to definitely fit him.
    Then he told me it was his middle name that he didn’t like his first name. I got him to tell and he seemed genuinely surprised that he said it out loud.
    “Declan,” I said.
    I really liked that. I wondered why he didn’t like it. Maybe if he showed up next Friday, I’d get him to tell me. And because some madness and insanity took control of me, I challenged him to come back Friday. The only thing he said was, “Bye, Blondie.”
    I really disliked that, but he said if soft and easy like an endearment. A caress. A promise.
    Still-“And don’t ever call me Blondie.”
    Then I left him standing there, his lip curled in a sexy smile and I couldn’t help but giggle. And yes, it was a giggle. I felt like a school girl with her first crush. Not that I’d actually ever really had a crush before. I mainly kept to myself, but not in like some loner kinda way. It just seemed to be the way of things.
     
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    “Scarlet! You got food in the window!”
    Geesh! I heard the expeditor holler like a madwoman for me, letting me know I had food up in the back. I’ve been working for Chili’s for six years and after much hard work, I’ve been bartending for the last three. I loved the hustle and bustle of working in a restaurant but it wasn’t my big dream.
    I’ve always dreamed of singing and dancing on Broadway. Or in Hollywood. Wherever I could go to be on stage. Ever since mom left, Nana had me falling in love with Gene Kelly, and Fred Astaire. I loved hearing them sing and dance and the women?
    Sigh.
    I practiced singing and dancing all the lines and choreography. My favorite was ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’. I was a closet Monroe fan. I even dressed like her, well like the women back then. Her voice was sultry and quiet but proud and broad. I was lucky enough to have a good voice. I could sing most of any songs from that time era. Now that Nana had gotten a Blu-ray player for me for Christmas this past winter, I had a nice little collection of musicals and movies. And also Disney movies. I had a thing for those, too. Childish maybe but the songs were actually really cool.
    Well any musical’s really. I loved them. Old ones, new ones. Any movies that had singing and dancing. If not Broadway, then I would love to go to a professional dancing school. That would be even better. I loved dancing better than I did singing.
    I knew if I had the guts to, I’d totally be a stripper. I doubt they’d hire me though. I’ve seen strippers before. They were usually tall and statuesque. I was short and rather pixie-like.
    Nana always encouraged me to make my dream a reality and to go for whatever I wanted. I wondered what she did when my mom was younger. Did she raise her the same way or was she trying to compensate from earlier wrong doings? I didn’t know. I’ve only ever known this Nana and as far as I could tell, she didn’t lie to me, never spoke to me as if I was a burden. She taught me about gardening, sewing, and yes, even about guys. I mean, that came way later. I was about sixteen when I was asked out on my first date.
    Even if it was just homecoming and