My Expectation (My Escort Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

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                  “Really? I thought you vowed never again because you thought she was trying to domesticate you?” I teased remembering his rant over a beer at the regular bar we often visited.
                  “It wasn’t your mother. You’re damn sister is pushy and I swear if given the chance she would break my arm to prove a point,” he said slightly annoyed. I smiled at him. He rolled his eyes at me with a knowing gleam. “I told you, your sister and I aren’t going to happen.”
                  “I didn’t say a word,” I mused. I walked back around to my desk slightly relieved by the distraction. I felt like I had color once again. I needed to be distracted until this midlife crises of insecurities left me for good.
                  “You and her are as cruel as each other,” he bashfully said. “I’ll be walking out in an hour. Tell your domesticated boyfie I am stealing you away for a beer and a bowl of unhygienic bar nuts. Unless he wants to come and then I will destroy him at pool.”
                  “Damon’s not here.” Hayden raised his eyebrows at my bluntness. Even I frowned at my outburst. Again those annoyed and stirring emotions began to itch my throat. Before I could explain, Hayden raised his hand with that arrogant smile of his.
                  “Okay, we are going to need a few beers before we get into whatever that was about. Be ready in an hour,” he said closing the door behind him. I called out after him trying to rectify what I said and that there was no issue. I tapped impatiently now annoyed by Hayden. My shoulders sagged in depletion. Where had all these insecurities come from and why was I trying to create an issue between Damon and me? If something didn’t feel right to me, then maybe there was an issue that I hadn’t noticed sooner.
     
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    “Is there anywhere you go to and don’t attract attention?” I asked sipping my beer. The taste was both refreshing and bitter. I no longer even tried to hold my pretenses that I was fine. Hayden had already busted me.
                  “As if you’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure there are like six guys here and all of their eyes have been glued to you this entire time,” Hayden said not taking his eyes off the small television in the corner of the room. It was some sport he was watching, I hadn’t bothered looking over my shoulder to see. “And besides, it’s unlike you of all people to notice someone checking another person out,” he mused with a smile as he looked at me and took a swig.
                  We were sitting at our usual table in the not so classy bar. It reminded me so much of our university days. It had the main bar in front of us, a pool table in the corner of the room where a few guys played, and a few booths, tables, and chairs around for when meals were being served. Not that we ever came here to eat ourselves.
                  I gave Hayden a direct look. He had always teased me for my denseness and not realizing when others were gleaming with interest. I justified myself that if I wasn’t looking for the attention then I wouldn’t notice it. It was only because of Damon that I opened myself up into the dating world once again. It was something I certainly wasn’t actively looking for under my work schedule.
                  “So what’s up?” Hayden asked. He took another swig and looked back at the television.
                  “You know it’s rude to watch T.V. while talking to someone right?”
                  Hayden raised his eyebrows again with a smug expression. “Wowzers, you are on a tangent,” he said laughing.
                  I looked away from him embarrassed by my short fuse. I never acted like this, even if it were Hayden.
                  “I’ve only ever seen you like this once,