Chronicles of a Serial Dater - Book 4: A New Adult Romantic Comedy Read Online Free

messing around, if only for the sake of the group. I realized I’d drifted off again, thinking about all the pros and cons of doing just that.
    “Sorry. I really shouldn’t have dumped all this on you,” I said, brushing invisible crumbs from my lap in embarrassment. I should learn to keep my damn mouth shut.
    “Don’t be. You know so much about me, it’s only fair I start to know a bit more about you.”
    I waved my hand like I was clearing smoke from the air. “Eh, there’s not a lot to learn.”
    “On the contrary. I think there’s a lot more to you than meets the eye. You obviously have secrets, perhaps another identity.” My breath hitched in my throat as I peered deep into his eyes. I opened my mouth to speak when he laughed. “God, I was joking but maybe I’m closer to the mark than I thought.”
    “Right. Yeah. I actually work for the government,” I replied.
    “I knew it! You’re a secret agent planning on luring me to bed and assassinate me in my sleep.”
    My eyes went wide as I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. It was the first time I’d seen the suave and collected Clint English put his foot in his mouth.
    “So, uh… I’ll think this all over,” he said quickly, turning away. “I’m flying back out to California this week, so it might be next week we can get together to properly hash this out.”
    “Great!” I tried not to stare as his tanned skin grew redder. Seems this meeting left us on equal footing in more ways than one.

Aside from my surprise connection with Clint earlier in the afternoon, the only bright spot in my workday was from Abi. I hung around a lot longer than I had to, making busy work for myself as an excuse to avoid going home. Lisa had left early for a meeting and I thought I was alone in the office. That is, until it turned into Midtown’s hippest karaoke bar.
    Without warning, the hallway was filled with a surprisingly loud, thumping music. At first I thought it might be the cleaning crew, so I was a little shocked when Abi came bounding past my office door singing.
    It was one of those songs you knew instantly, even though the last time you heard it was during a drunken night back in 2010.
     
    I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think you're special, what's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.
     
    Abi was singing and dancing to Justin-freakin-Timberlake. She was so caught up in her Footloose impression my presence went unnoticed. I was in such a state of shock, I didn’t even laugh at first. Her voice echoed down the hall as she sang with an almost tone-deaf pitch.
    I pushed my chair away and sank to the floor, hoping my hiding spot under the desk would keep her from discovering me for just bit longer. She dashed back toward her office, skipping and twirling like a little kid. It took everything in me to keep from laughing. After a few moments, the music changed and then changed again. She’s messing with the playlist, I thought.
    I pulled out my phone knowing I had to document it, maybe hand it over to the psychologist when they’re committing her to the psych ward. I quickly swiped to the video and realized I was only going to get fleeting glimpses of her as she dashed back and forth in front of my door. I need to move.
    Kicking off my heels, I made sure the hall was clear before dashing across to the foyer. The music came back on louder than ever. I took my position down near the floor, just my phone sticking out around the corner. I had to bite my lip so hard to keep from giggling in anticipation.
    Abi flew out of the office like she was being launched by a male dancer. After a quick twirl, she made a clumsy leap into the air and sprinted down the hall on the balls of her feet. Only a few feet away from where I sat, she stopped dead in her tracks and doubled over. At first, I thought she’d hurt herself but then she stood with a flourish and carried on. I panned the phone along with her