Fantasy Boyfriend #2 (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) Read Free

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began walking casually toward the restrooms. I held my breath in anticipation,
clutching the menu tightly between my hands. Did I want him to see me here?
Absolutely not. At the same time, I was struck with an insatiable sense of
curiosity. What was he doing here? Was he out with his friends? And again, why
did he seem to be having a good time when I was sitting here so miserable? It
seems so unfair, so callous, so-
    "Are you okay?" Selena asked.
    She nudged my arm gently, and I quickly nodded. I kept
my head down, not that Luke would see me. In fact, in order for him to see me,
he would have to literally turn around in his chair, but that was unlikely.
Still, I tried to keep my face and averted from that side of the restaurant.
"Do you see anything?"
    Selena glanced over in that direction, still holding
the menu in front of her. "No, all I see now is the back of his
head."
    The server had not come back to take our order, so I
waited impatiently for Becky to return. I continue to pretend like I was
studying the menu when Selena finally spoke up.
    "Becky's coming back."
    Moments later, Becky slid back to her seat. I glanced
at her in curiosity and noticed she wore a frown. "Well?" She didn't
pick up her menu, but took a sip of water and then looked at all of us in turn.
    "I think we better go someplace else."
    Now it was my turn to frown. "Why?"
    Becky sighed. "It looks bad," she admitted.
    "Why?" I asked again.
    "He's with a girl," Becky shrugged.
"Come on, you guys, let's get out of here. The service is lousy,
anyway."
    My heart thudded dully in my chest. I followed the
girls as we scrambled out of the booth. As we made our way toward the front
door of the restaurant, I was able to get a better view of the table where Luke
sat, his back still to me and the front door. Just over his shoulder, sitting
at the opposite end of the small square table sat one of the most gorgeous
women I’d ever seen. She had incredibly black hair, long and silky. It moved
like a wave every time she moved her head, which at the moment was tilted to
the side, a sexy smile turning up the corners of lips that would have done
Angelina Jolie proud. Luke obviously said something to her because she smiled
broadly, incredibly white teeth flashing as she leaned forward in her chair,
offering him more than glimpse of her ample breasts, pushed upward by her tight
bodice. Even from where I stood, and even though the back of his head faced me,
I could almost feel his gaze riveted on her cleavage. Like the woman, he leaned
slightly forward, this time his fingers tracing the contours of her forearm.
    My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and my mouth
grew dry. He leaned slightly back, now clasping her hand on top of the table,
caressing her knuckles with his thumb, an incredibly sexy gesture that I felt
in the pit of my stomach. In spite of my anger and embarrassment with the way
Luke had treated me, I once again imagined the touch of his own hands on my
breasts, the feel of his warm lips against mine.
    Despite myself, I paused and watched as she continued
to smile at him and then suggestively wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
She was hungry for him, just like I had been. Could I blame her? Not really.
Still, I couldn't believe it. What the hell? Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly,
I felt a great surge of hurt and disappointment. Unbidden, I felt warm tears
fill my eyes. Utterly humiliated and embarrassed, I left the restaurant, my
head down, swallowing against the pain of being used so callously.

 

Chapter 3
    A couple of days passed without event. I slowly got
back to what I considered normal. And of course, every time I'd thought of
Luke, I felt conflicted. I felt sexually attracted to him and couldn't stop
those feelings from taking over before my common sense kicked in. Every time I
thought of Luke, I thought of his warm lips, his silky tongue, the feel of his
hands on my nipples, the feel of him inside me, carrying me toward the