Love In Rewind Read Online Free
Mike snorted before answering my question.
"Louis married! That's a good one. I've known Louis for a long time and he doesn't do the one-woman thing! He's the type of guy that needs a few women in his life. My boy always used to say when we were back at school that it's not fair to other women if he settles down with just one girl. Hahaha! He's a real character."
Yeah, so funny. I was laughing with Mike on the outside but inside I was dying a slow painful death. It wasn't Mike's fault; he had no idea that Louis and I had a full-fledged monogamous mythical relationship in my head. I was right about him and those two blondes, I thought sadly to myself. Hearing Mike talk about Louis with other women gave me a pang in my gut.
Mike said his friend Louis was a great guy and that they went to NYU business school together and were roommates for a year. Mike also told me how much he respected Louis as a businessman, and how hard his friend worked to get to where he is today. It was admirable to hear how Louis had built his company up from nothing and that he came from humble beginnings in Connecticut.
Why was I doing this to myself? Maybe I'm a closet masochist. Why else would I subject myself to inevitable rejection by my fantasy boyfriend? I knew why, because his eyes definitely weren't rejecting me two weeks ago. Deep inside I still had hope. HOPE! Did I really think there was hope? I must've been crazy. Something was most definitely wrong with me. I was eighteen years old; I'd kissed two guys and went to second base with only one of them. Here I was trying—no, obsessing—about getting the attention of the sexiest man I had ever seen outside the pages of Vogue . What could I possibly do with him even if I did get his attention? I needed a reality check. Maybe I needed to tell Jenna about this. I could always count on my no-nonsense older and wiser sister to give me a good dose of the real world.
At three thirty in the afternoon Louis Bruel finally walked in, or shall I say floated in. The way he carried himself was a dream to watch. His body moved smoothly, as if each body part was being put on display for me to appreciate. He pranced in looking fresh out of one of my wet dreams. There must've been a song playing in his head to help him move with such frictionless rhythm. I think it was Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones.
He was wearing a dark gray, tailored, single-breasted suit that looked molded to his body. I could see a crisp white button down shirt peeking from under his suit jacket, with the first two buttons undone. Yum , I thought. I could make out a small part of his smooth upper chest. I wanted to lick my way up his neck stopping only to suck on his Adam's apple and finally make my way to those succulent lips.
That face … it wasn't normal how heart-stoppingly beautiful this almost perfect stranger was. His hair was wet, as if in the middle of a workday it's a perfectly normal occurrence for him to take a shower. I'd like to take a shower with him. I guess I should thank him for the visual he provided me for tonight's installment of The Emily & Louis in La La Land Show , which will now include a steamy shower scene.
I had the advantage of being hidden in the kitchen arranging little cucumber tea sandwiches on silver platters for the tea party that was about to start. The event took place in an ultra-modern loft in SoHo that was up for sale by Bruel Industries. The whimsical tea soirée that Crown Affairs designed was in such sharp contrast to the cold modern apartment that it worked brilliantly. Jenna had us all walk around with three-tiered silver platters containing tiny little morsels of food. Every teacup and saucer were a different pattern. It felt like Alice in Wonderland came to have tea.
The beautiful state-of-the-art kitchen in this loft was set behind a one-way glass wall. The kitchen staff could see out into the house and yet the guests could only see themselves in the huge floor-to-ceiling
"Louis married! That's a good one. I've known Louis for a long time and he doesn't do the one-woman thing! He's the type of guy that needs a few women in his life. My boy always used to say when we were back at school that it's not fair to other women if he settles down with just one girl. Hahaha! He's a real character."
Yeah, so funny. I was laughing with Mike on the outside but inside I was dying a slow painful death. It wasn't Mike's fault; he had no idea that Louis and I had a full-fledged monogamous mythical relationship in my head. I was right about him and those two blondes, I thought sadly to myself. Hearing Mike talk about Louis with other women gave me a pang in my gut.
Mike said his friend Louis was a great guy and that they went to NYU business school together and were roommates for a year. Mike also told me how much he respected Louis as a businessman, and how hard his friend worked to get to where he is today. It was admirable to hear how Louis had built his company up from nothing and that he came from humble beginnings in Connecticut.
Why was I doing this to myself? Maybe I'm a closet masochist. Why else would I subject myself to inevitable rejection by my fantasy boyfriend? I knew why, because his eyes definitely weren't rejecting me two weeks ago. Deep inside I still had hope. HOPE! Did I really think there was hope? I must've been crazy. Something was most definitely wrong with me. I was eighteen years old; I'd kissed two guys and went to second base with only one of them. Here I was trying—no, obsessing—about getting the attention of the sexiest man I had ever seen outside the pages of Vogue . What could I possibly do with him even if I did get his attention? I needed a reality check. Maybe I needed to tell Jenna about this. I could always count on my no-nonsense older and wiser sister to give me a good dose of the real world.
At three thirty in the afternoon Louis Bruel finally walked in, or shall I say floated in. The way he carried himself was a dream to watch. His body moved smoothly, as if each body part was being put on display for me to appreciate. He pranced in looking fresh out of one of my wet dreams. There must've been a song playing in his head to help him move with such frictionless rhythm. I think it was Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones.
He was wearing a dark gray, tailored, single-breasted suit that looked molded to his body. I could see a crisp white button down shirt peeking from under his suit jacket, with the first two buttons undone. Yum , I thought. I could make out a small part of his smooth upper chest. I wanted to lick my way up his neck stopping only to suck on his Adam's apple and finally make my way to those succulent lips.
That face … it wasn't normal how heart-stoppingly beautiful this almost perfect stranger was. His hair was wet, as if in the middle of a workday it's a perfectly normal occurrence for him to take a shower. I'd like to take a shower with him. I guess I should thank him for the visual he provided me for tonight's installment of The Emily & Louis in La La Land Show , which will now include a steamy shower scene.
I had the advantage of being hidden in the kitchen arranging little cucumber tea sandwiches on silver platters for the tea party that was about to start. The event took place in an ultra-modern loft in SoHo that was up for sale by Bruel Industries. The whimsical tea soirée that Crown Affairs designed was in such sharp contrast to the cold modern apartment that it worked brilliantly. Jenna had us all walk around with three-tiered silver platters containing tiny little morsels of food. Every teacup and saucer were a different pattern. It felt like Alice in Wonderland came to have tea.
The beautiful state-of-the-art kitchen in this loft was set behind a one-way glass wall. The kitchen staff could see out into the house and yet the guests could only see themselves in the huge floor-to-ceiling
Readers choose
Maggie Brendan
R. N. Morris
Helen Lucas
Rachel Hauck
Michael Meyerhofer
Bobby Adair
Ernest Hemingway
James Oliver Curwood
Amos Oz
Adele Clee