Waiting for Love ((Waiting) Book 2) Read Free

tried to stop it from happening but it screws up my rhythm and then I just look like I can’t dance. Hailey swears the guys love my “dance expressions,” but I’m not sure if that’s true or not. Either way, they’re unavoidable. I start to loosen up and I’m actually a pretty good dancer once the alcohol kicks in and shuts down what few inhibitions I have.
         We’re out there for a little while when I notice Jeff, talking with some friends and watching me. He’s looking pretty hot tonight as he leans back against the bar as if he doesn't have a care in the world. His low-slung jeans are worn in all the right places and a well fitted black tee shirt hugs his muscular pecs. He places his empty beer bottle down on the bar and starts to walk toward me. Holy crap he looks sexy. As he gets closer, I can see the desire he’s feeling for me shining in his eyes. I’m feeling a little tingly in all the right places just from looking at him and also from the carnal thoughts of how this night will most likely end. The music slows down as he reaches me and he gently takes my hand, pulling me into his arms. He smiles like he has a secret and I quirk my eyebrow at him in response.
    “Why do you look like the cat that swallowed the canary?” 
    “I’m just glad you’re here. I figured you would be and it paid off. I’ve been thinking about getting you naked all day.”
    “This must be your lucky night because I’m ready for you to get me naked.”

 
    Chapter Two
    September 2012
     
         This morning is my second day of Professor Hanlon’s class and I wasn’t about to take any chances on not making it there on time. When I went to bed last night I set the alarm on my cell phone in addition to two other clocks, one of which, I borrowed from Hailey. I didn’t want a repeat of Monday so I set the alarms to go off early enough for me to have a shower and take my time getting ready. I let my hair air dry as I get dressed in skinny jeans and a gray ribbed Red Sox tank top. I put some mascara and lip gloss on and slide my feet into my two dollar, blue rubber flip flops from Old Navy. I’ve had these things for four years now. I definitely got my money’s worth out of them and I’ve used that fact to justify spending too much money on other purchases. My dad was upset when he got the credit card statement that included the purchase of my Michael Kors bag. I argued that I’m walking around in two dollar sandals so it all evens out, but I don’t think he fell for it. He won’t do anything about it, though because I’m his baby. My dad is a big ole softie and I’m his only daughter. I know I’m spoiled, but I don’t abuse it for the most part and I really am appreciative of all that I have. I’ve always been grateful for growing up with financial stability and never wanting for anything. I drive a brand new car and I have a roof over my head, all provided by my dad. My mom passed away when I was only a few months old so I never had a consistent mother figure in my life. My dad filled both roles as well as he could and my four older brothers picked up the slack. After being raised in a house full of men, it’s understandable why I often gravitate toward guys in social settings and I’m at my most comfortable being surrounded by them.
        Hailey is the only female relationship that I’ve given a chance to grow, but she’s very similar to me in that respect. Her other best friend Marcus and she have known each other pretty much their entire lives. He goes to school in California on a full football scholarship. He was supposed to come to Beacon with us and when Hailey found out he wasn’t, she was heartbroken. They still keep in touch and see each other during the summer months on the Cape, but the long distance put the kibosh on any romance that may have finally been brewing between them.
          As I’m walking down the sidewalk toward Creedon Hall, the building where my creative writing class is