Never Understand Part One ( Johnthen Trent Adult Romance 1) Read Free

hear myself saying it, and wonder what got into me. Massimo looks at me very oddly. I explain, ‘He made a point of giving the tip to you and left no tip on the table at all.’
    Massimo looks embarrassed. He fumbles around and tells me the tip will be shared with all the other tips. ‘What’s your problem?’
    Massimo’s right of course. But it was a cheap, spiteful thing not to leave a tip, even if the Carmen Blacker woman put him up to it. He was saying I was beneath his notice. Jerk.
    The one good thing I would say is that he stopped me thinking about Josh Lake.
     
    So on the subway on the way home… why am I still thinking about Josh Lake?

Chapter 2: New York City Sunday 7 May
    It’s obvious why I’m thinking about Josh Lake as I ride the subway home. Regret, insecurity, and sex. And the other reason would also be sex. Sex, of course. The unattainably hot, wealthy guy in La Serenissima has set me thinking about sex, and that got me thinking about the real sex I’d had with Josh. Josh is still a hot guy for all he’s a bad influence on Phoebe. I wonder how long she’ll last with him?
    Mr Dark and Mysterious in the restaurant - his voice, his suit, the body beneath the suit. My God! Some women would kill for those genetics alone! The fact that I’m beneath his notice doesn’t stop me wondering if he’s been in la Serenissima before, or if he comes back, whether I’d get the chance to – to what? But then there’s Josh Lake in my mind, turning over and over like a bad penny as I shove in my earphones and try to chill out on the subway. Rihanna, Katie Perry, yadda yadda. Josh Lake.
    I look across the subway car at my reflection and I curse my waitress clothes and flat shoes, feeling like some god-forsaken spinster. ‘To hell with Josh Lake,’ I say to myself, before I just give in and let my mind fill once again with the first time I had a “Sunday afternoon in” with him. Like Phoebe did this afternoon. I’m turned on just thinking about it.
    Joshua is tall, blond, I guess you’d say, with a hot body. He knows it of course, and he knows women look at him. When he was mine, Phoebe used to look at Josh all the time - couldn’t keep her eyes off him. In the end, the second Josh and I broke up, she was in there. I can’t blame the girl, and you’re going to say I should have been more wary of her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have dropped into conversation what a skillful lover he was - but she’s an old girlfriend, and what are old girlfriends for, if not boasting about your new boyfriend? For those three months I was with Josh, I could have been run over by a truck and not noticed. I couldn’t think of anything else.
    Josh ticked all the boxes for what a city girl might want in a lover. Looks, nice eyes, funny (at least when he wanted to be), good body. Good job down near Wall Street, and the classy suits to go with it. Josh is a real piece of Wall Street Ass, if you want to be crude.
    And he knew what he wanted when it came to sex. There was no “is this OK, honey?” or “what are you in the mood for?” Josh was quite clear what he wanted and he knew how to get it. Maybe he studied books or something. He’s the kind of guy who would do that – a geek of sex. He probably recorded all my orgasms on a spreadsheet so he could remind himself how good he was the next day. Wouldn’t put it past him. But he was a hell of a lover.
    The first time at his place, he planned out the music in advance, he mixed the perfect cocktail to loosen my inhibitions, and he smelled divine. He was dressed in jeans and a white dress shirt. He even used candles – I mean, how many guys do that? I was going to say he had me at the first kiss, but in truth he had me way before then. The kiss was melting though – nibbly and light and erotic with his teeth and lips. His smell and the candlelight did their thing, and he somehow let me drift towards him then took me, gently holding my head in his palm as he did it. Then he