Falling for Your Madness Read Online Free Page B
Author: Katharine Grubb
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Fiction & Literature, Romantic Comedy
reveal to you how much I weigh.”
“A lady need never divulge that information except to her physician.”
“Exactly.” I couldn’t help but laugh while I was talking to him. “I have a degree from Mass College of Art, and I’ve lived in Boston since coming here to attend school. I have two sisters, one younger and one older. I do not have all my teeth because I had my wisdom teeth pulled when I was sixteen. I wear contact lenses and …”
“Not tinted ones.”
“No. I’d rather keep my natural blue.”
“And a beautiful blue it is. Please continue.”
I blushed. “I also have never been arrested or married. My credit rating is …”
“None of my business. What else? Oh dear, I’ve been interrupting you quite a bit, but you are so fascinating. I’m afraid I’ve lost my good manners. Please, I will hold my hand over my mouth until you’re done.”
I laughed at him. I liked this David Julius Arthur Bowles, Ph.D. “That’s really all there is. I work a lot. I don’t have much free time, but when I do, I watch movies with my friends or read or go to museums to fill up , as my father says. And I never miss a Patriots game. Oh, and I’m also left handed.”
“Excellent. Bravo. Well done.” He applauded me. I felt myself blush again.
“I think our soup is cold.”
“That’s a very good sign.”
We ate, and I caught myself looking at him and trying to stifle my giggles.
“Laura, could I ask a small favor of you?”
“Maybe.”
“Does your phone have a camera?”
“Yes.”
“Merle claims that you are not as pretty as I say you are. I want to take photo of us together, email it to him, and prove to the little munchkin that he is wrong, as always.”
“That sounds like a line, Professor.”
He bit his lip. “It is. It’s a terrible one. Will you do it anyway?”
“Yes.” He stood and brought his chair next to mine. He leaned in closer to me. He put his arm along the back of my chair, but he did not touch me, just like he said he wouldn’t. He smelled decidedly masculine. Was that lavender? I didn’t know what it was. He held out the phone in front of us. I held my Gerbera daisy. I smiled, and he took the photo, emailed Merle, and gave me my phone and moved back across the table.
“The restaurant I want to take you to on Friday is right off Beacon Street on Harvard. Bombay’s Finest Indian restaurant. Are you familiar with it?”
“I love that place! They have a great vegetarian curry.”
He looked at me like he’d lost his balance. “I will be there Friday evening at 7:00.” He swallowed. “Will you?”
“I will.”
He looked happy. “When we are finished, I will walk you to the doorstep of your building by 10:00 p.m., and if you allow me, kiss your hand. Just to remind you, this is not a date. We are friends. The progress of this relationship from being friends to sweethearts is up to you. It can take six dates, six months, or six years. I am unbelievably patient. Now, though, I am going to excuse myself. It isn’t very chivalrous to leave a lady alone, but I’ve found that young women often need time to think. Be assured, Laura, my time with you today was absolutely delightful.”
He picked up my hand and held it to his lips. Then Dr. David Julius Arthur Bowles walked out of the cafe, hailed his driver, entered his car, and drove away.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
332 Babcock Street
Brookline, Massachusetts
6:15 p.m.
“Wait, a minute. He said you were in complete control?” Ruby was beside herself.
“Friends first, then sweethearts if I want to be.” I had tried to explain to her, as best I could, all the rules that David had suggested. I couldn’t remember them all. I should have taken notes or asked for a handout. Every time I told her something that I remembered, she reeled a little
“A lady need never divulge that information except to her physician.”
“Exactly.” I couldn’t help but laugh while I was talking to him. “I have a degree from Mass College of Art, and I’ve lived in Boston since coming here to attend school. I have two sisters, one younger and one older. I do not have all my teeth because I had my wisdom teeth pulled when I was sixteen. I wear contact lenses and …”
“Not tinted ones.”
“No. I’d rather keep my natural blue.”
“And a beautiful blue it is. Please continue.”
I blushed. “I also have never been arrested or married. My credit rating is …”
“None of my business. What else? Oh dear, I’ve been interrupting you quite a bit, but you are so fascinating. I’m afraid I’ve lost my good manners. Please, I will hold my hand over my mouth until you’re done.”
I laughed at him. I liked this David Julius Arthur Bowles, Ph.D. “That’s really all there is. I work a lot. I don’t have much free time, but when I do, I watch movies with my friends or read or go to museums to fill up , as my father says. And I never miss a Patriots game. Oh, and I’m also left handed.”
“Excellent. Bravo. Well done.” He applauded me. I felt myself blush again.
“I think our soup is cold.”
“That’s a very good sign.”
We ate, and I caught myself looking at him and trying to stifle my giggles.
“Laura, could I ask a small favor of you?”
“Maybe.”
“Does your phone have a camera?”
“Yes.”
“Merle claims that you are not as pretty as I say you are. I want to take photo of us together, email it to him, and prove to the little munchkin that he is wrong, as always.”
“That sounds like a line, Professor.”
He bit his lip. “It is. It’s a terrible one. Will you do it anyway?”
“Yes.” He stood and brought his chair next to mine. He leaned in closer to me. He put his arm along the back of my chair, but he did not touch me, just like he said he wouldn’t. He smelled decidedly masculine. Was that lavender? I didn’t know what it was. He held out the phone in front of us. I held my Gerbera daisy. I smiled, and he took the photo, emailed Merle, and gave me my phone and moved back across the table.
“The restaurant I want to take you to on Friday is right off Beacon Street on Harvard. Bombay’s Finest Indian restaurant. Are you familiar with it?”
“I love that place! They have a great vegetarian curry.”
He looked at me like he’d lost his balance. “I will be there Friday evening at 7:00.” He swallowed. “Will you?”
“I will.”
He looked happy. “When we are finished, I will walk you to the doorstep of your building by 10:00 p.m., and if you allow me, kiss your hand. Just to remind you, this is not a date. We are friends. The progress of this relationship from being friends to sweethearts is up to you. It can take six dates, six months, or six years. I am unbelievably patient. Now, though, I am going to excuse myself. It isn’t very chivalrous to leave a lady alone, but I’ve found that young women often need time to think. Be assured, Laura, my time with you today was absolutely delightful.”
He picked up my hand and held it to his lips. Then Dr. David Julius Arthur Bowles walked out of the cafe, hailed his driver, entered his car, and drove away.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
332 Babcock Street
Brookline, Massachusetts
6:15 p.m.
“Wait, a minute. He said you were in complete control?” Ruby was beside herself.
“Friends first, then sweethearts if I want to be.” I had tried to explain to her, as best I could, all the rules that David had suggested. I couldn’t remember them all. I should have taken notes or asked for a handout. Every time I told her something that I remembered, she reeled a little
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