Fated (BBW BWWM Billionaire Romance): A Second Chance Novella (Tied to Him: My BFF Book 1) Read Online Free
car’s still locked so the door doesn’t open.
She opens it at last, and Jesus Christ, she really does pull the nob up manually.
She steps out and I can’t help myself—before she can close the door behind her, I pull her into a hug and find myself flooded with warm, gooey feelings I can’t really describe.
Relief, I guess. Happiness that I’m finally seeing my old friend again and feeling the familiarity of her soft curves against me.
I missed her when we went our separate ways, but I’ve been pretty distracted since then, making my dad proud—working with his companies and building up my own.
I feel Nina start to pull away and I let her do so reluctantly.
“I’m not accepting your ride—I just figured I should finally greet you properly. You go on—I’m sure you’re busy. I’ll call Uber or something if I need it—it’s fine.”
“Are you kidding?” I say. “I finally have the chance to save your ass and you want to deny me?”
I get rewarded by a small genuine-looking smile and my heart leaps.
“‘Bout time the tables turn,” she says lightly, and I hope that means she has accepted I’m planning to take her wherever she needs to go—even if I have to pick her up and jam her in my car myself.
There’s just no way I’m letting her get back in that death trap she calls a car.
She suddenly turns and watches a vehicle pass and I follow her gaze and realize it’s a tow truck.
“Yay!” she says quietly, obviously relieved at the sight.
“What are you going to do with this?” I ask, indicating her vehicle.
She shrugs. “I’m having them tow it to the nearest repair shop.”
I suppress a derisive chuckle. “Have them take it to the nearest junkyard and get it ready to be stripped for parts, you mean?”
She turns to me with wide eyes. “I can’t do that! It’s all I have!”
She says it so desperately that my heart stirs, and I don’t know what the hell’s come over me, but she and I need to catch up so I can find out what’s really going on in her life and why she can’s get a decent lease, at least. I’ve got to help her somehow; I’ve got to figure out why she’s on the verge of tears at the thought of losing this piece of shit.
I can’t imagine she’s been having a hard time with jobs and such—she’s so smart, personable, and resourceful; anywhere would be lucky to have her. Plus, she’s got a Bachelor’s at minimum, and from a great college. Things can’t possibly be that tough?
“Nina, think about it—whatever’s wrong with this car is probably going to cost more than it is worth. Granted, I haven’t taken a look, so I’m not sure what the problem is, but I still think that’s a pretty good guess.” Seriously—even if the repair’s a few hundred dollars, that’s too much to put into this car. “Let me guess—you’ve been fixing it up one issue at a time.”
“Shut up,” she says irritatedly, not looking at me.
I suppress a chuckle.
Then I deliberately widen my grin as I stare at her, waiting for her gaze to meet mine.
I’ve been told by colleagues that they can hear the sound of melting panties across miles whenever I whip this grin out.
“Come on,” I begin, lowering my voice almost seductively, “is that any way to speak to your knight in shining armor?”
What the hell did I say that for? I almost check my face to make sure it’s not bleeding from the laser look she sends to it.
I better watch my mouth; she’s obviously sensitive about a few things and I guess she has every right to be.
She’s clearly still mad at me, but she’s also avoiding my eyes a lot; she’s hiding something from me.
I figure she still has feelings for me, and by her lingering anger, perhaps it’s not just a jilted friend’s resentment; perhaps she’s still in love with me.
I watch her take care of business with the tow guy, and I overhear her plans—she’s still having the car taken to a repair shop.
Whatever. I’ll deal with that
She opens it at last, and Jesus Christ, she really does pull the nob up manually.
She steps out and I can’t help myself—before she can close the door behind her, I pull her into a hug and find myself flooded with warm, gooey feelings I can’t really describe.
Relief, I guess. Happiness that I’m finally seeing my old friend again and feeling the familiarity of her soft curves against me.
I missed her when we went our separate ways, but I’ve been pretty distracted since then, making my dad proud—working with his companies and building up my own.
I feel Nina start to pull away and I let her do so reluctantly.
“I’m not accepting your ride—I just figured I should finally greet you properly. You go on—I’m sure you’re busy. I’ll call Uber or something if I need it—it’s fine.”
“Are you kidding?” I say. “I finally have the chance to save your ass and you want to deny me?”
I get rewarded by a small genuine-looking smile and my heart leaps.
“‘Bout time the tables turn,” she says lightly, and I hope that means she has accepted I’m planning to take her wherever she needs to go—even if I have to pick her up and jam her in my car myself.
There’s just no way I’m letting her get back in that death trap she calls a car.
She suddenly turns and watches a vehicle pass and I follow her gaze and realize it’s a tow truck.
“Yay!” she says quietly, obviously relieved at the sight.
“What are you going to do with this?” I ask, indicating her vehicle.
She shrugs. “I’m having them tow it to the nearest repair shop.”
I suppress a derisive chuckle. “Have them take it to the nearest junkyard and get it ready to be stripped for parts, you mean?”
She turns to me with wide eyes. “I can’t do that! It’s all I have!”
She says it so desperately that my heart stirs, and I don’t know what the hell’s come over me, but she and I need to catch up so I can find out what’s really going on in her life and why she can’s get a decent lease, at least. I’ve got to help her somehow; I’ve got to figure out why she’s on the verge of tears at the thought of losing this piece of shit.
I can’t imagine she’s been having a hard time with jobs and such—she’s so smart, personable, and resourceful; anywhere would be lucky to have her. Plus, she’s got a Bachelor’s at minimum, and from a great college. Things can’t possibly be that tough?
“Nina, think about it—whatever’s wrong with this car is probably going to cost more than it is worth. Granted, I haven’t taken a look, so I’m not sure what the problem is, but I still think that’s a pretty good guess.” Seriously—even if the repair’s a few hundred dollars, that’s too much to put into this car. “Let me guess—you’ve been fixing it up one issue at a time.”
“Shut up,” she says irritatedly, not looking at me.
I suppress a chuckle.
Then I deliberately widen my grin as I stare at her, waiting for her gaze to meet mine.
I’ve been told by colleagues that they can hear the sound of melting panties across miles whenever I whip this grin out.
“Come on,” I begin, lowering my voice almost seductively, “is that any way to speak to your knight in shining armor?”
What the hell did I say that for? I almost check my face to make sure it’s not bleeding from the laser look she sends to it.
I better watch my mouth; she’s obviously sensitive about a few things and I guess she has every right to be.
She’s clearly still mad at me, but she’s also avoiding my eyes a lot; she’s hiding something from me.
I figure she still has feelings for me, and by her lingering anger, perhaps it’s not just a jilted friend’s resentment; perhaps she’s still in love with me.
I watch her take care of business with the tow guy, and I overhear her plans—she’s still having the car taken to a repair shop.
Whatever. I’ll deal with that
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