SEAL Kissed: A Navy SEAL Military Romance (Hot Dirty SEALS Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Mia Kenney
down her back, leaving her bare shoulders exposed. Someday Olivia will make the perfect trophy wife. In her mind the sooner the better. It’s all part of her plan. She stands as soon as she sees me, flips her hair to one side and smoothes her short skirt.
“Emerson, what took so long?” We give each other air kisses on both cheeks before sitting down.
“Sorry, I got held up at work.” It’s not the truth but she doesn’t need to know what I do in the little spare time that I have. Finding my mother takes priority over having a social life.
“Here, I already ordered for you,” she pushes a tall drink with an umbrella towards me. “Oh, I really don’t feel like a drink,” I say twirling the the little umbrella around.
“It’s already paid for. Just pretend to drink it.” Shiny silver bangles fall down her wrist as she hands me a decorative napkin. They clink together and remind me of wind chimes. “Why are you wearing that outfit? I told you to borrow anything from my closet you want. You’ll never find a husband looking like a plain Jane.” Olivia’s eyes travel down my body and back up. We couldn’t be more different. For some reason it never occurs to her that my size eight body will never fit into her size two designer labels. I didn’t even wear a size two in fourth grade. My body went from children’s sizes, skipped the junior’s and landed directly in the women’s department.
“I was already running late and your closet is just so big with so many possibilities…” my voice fades and she gives me the eye roll. This is the thing I like about Olivia. She knows I’m only telling her what she wants to hear but she doesn’t call me out on it. In the four years we have been roommates she has only asked about my family once. I gave her my typical vague response that my parents live on the east coast and I’m an only child. She never questions why I don’t go home for holidays or summer break. Olivia respects my privacy and that makes her good in my book.
“Remember, I’m not the one looking for a husband, you are.”
“Bullshit Emerson. Finding a man is the most important part of college. That’s why I’m a nursing major. I’ll find myself a nice surgeon to support me and our future children.” She taps her nails on the cool marble counter and sighs as if contemplating what her babies will look like. “There’s no place I’d rather be than barefoot, pregnant and chained to a stove. As long as my captor is filthy rich.” Her head tips back and she finishes off her drink.
“Maybe, but I prefer to be by myself,” I blurt out.
Feeling uncomfortable I look around and see that my beautiful friend fits right in with this crowd. Her destined husband is probably walking around this club right now, carefully plotting and planning which woman he’s going to take home for the night.
“Jesus Emerson. You’re a creative writing major working at a bulk discount store. You need a husband more than me. You need a Master Plan like mine,” her long painted finger points right at my chest. Her hand shakes with excitement like this is the biggest revelation of her life. “You have to trap a guy and make sure he loves you just a little more than you love him.” Olivia says this with such conviction that I have no doubt she truly believes her master plan is going to save all the single women of the world. Her entire life has been filled with flowers, magic and unicorns. The product of a Wall Street power couple, she has never wanted for anything. I know what she doesn't. Nothing lasts forever and prince charming doesn’t exist for girls like me.
“Well, if I ever feel the desire to need someone in my life I’ll get a dog. A big, old, ugly thing from the animal shelter. You know, the kind that looks like it has mange and walks with a limp. Maybe I’ll even name her Olivia.” I smirk knowing full well she is not animal friendly. Anything that licks itself and requires flea prevention is a
“Emerson, what took so long?” We give each other air kisses on both cheeks before sitting down.
“Sorry, I got held up at work.” It’s not the truth but she doesn’t need to know what I do in the little spare time that I have. Finding my mother takes priority over having a social life.
“Here, I already ordered for you,” she pushes a tall drink with an umbrella towards me. “Oh, I really don’t feel like a drink,” I say twirling the the little umbrella around.
“It’s already paid for. Just pretend to drink it.” Shiny silver bangles fall down her wrist as she hands me a decorative napkin. They clink together and remind me of wind chimes. “Why are you wearing that outfit? I told you to borrow anything from my closet you want. You’ll never find a husband looking like a plain Jane.” Olivia’s eyes travel down my body and back up. We couldn’t be more different. For some reason it never occurs to her that my size eight body will never fit into her size two designer labels. I didn’t even wear a size two in fourth grade. My body went from children’s sizes, skipped the junior’s and landed directly in the women’s department.
“I was already running late and your closet is just so big with so many possibilities…” my voice fades and she gives me the eye roll. This is the thing I like about Olivia. She knows I’m only telling her what she wants to hear but she doesn’t call me out on it. In the four years we have been roommates she has only asked about my family once. I gave her my typical vague response that my parents live on the east coast and I’m an only child. She never questions why I don’t go home for holidays or summer break. Olivia respects my privacy and that makes her good in my book.
“Remember, I’m not the one looking for a husband, you are.”
“Bullshit Emerson. Finding a man is the most important part of college. That’s why I’m a nursing major. I’ll find myself a nice surgeon to support me and our future children.” She taps her nails on the cool marble counter and sighs as if contemplating what her babies will look like. “There’s no place I’d rather be than barefoot, pregnant and chained to a stove. As long as my captor is filthy rich.” Her head tips back and she finishes off her drink.
“Maybe, but I prefer to be by myself,” I blurt out.
Feeling uncomfortable I look around and see that my beautiful friend fits right in with this crowd. Her destined husband is probably walking around this club right now, carefully plotting and planning which woman he’s going to take home for the night.
“Jesus Emerson. You’re a creative writing major working at a bulk discount store. You need a husband more than me. You need a Master Plan like mine,” her long painted finger points right at my chest. Her hand shakes with excitement like this is the biggest revelation of her life. “You have to trap a guy and make sure he loves you just a little more than you love him.” Olivia says this with such conviction that I have no doubt she truly believes her master plan is going to save all the single women of the world. Her entire life has been filled with flowers, magic and unicorns. The product of a Wall Street power couple, she has never wanted for anything. I know what she doesn't. Nothing lasts forever and prince charming doesn’t exist for girls like me.
“Well, if I ever feel the desire to need someone in my life I’ll get a dog. A big, old, ugly thing from the animal shelter. You know, the kind that looks like it has mange and walks with a limp. Maybe I’ll even name her Olivia.” I smirk knowing full well she is not animal friendly. Anything that licks itself and requires flea prevention is a