Trust Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy Read Online Free Page B

perfect male.”
    “Is he better than Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy Milk Stealer?”
    “Oh, you have no idea. Smokin’ is the word that comes to mind.”
    Sarah puts on her blinker, and pulls out into the traffic.
    * * *
    We pull into the driveway. Sarah is singing along with the radio to Kelly Clarkson. She turns off the ignition and looks at me.
    “Look, be nice to Chris. I really like this guy, so be good. Oh, and go out with Mr. Eye Candy when he calls you. Get yourself out
    there again. It’s time, Jeni! Don’t spend your life scared of guys being like Jason - oops, sorry, He Who Shall Not Be Named. There are some good ones out there, and you don’t have to look hard to find them.” Sarah smiles her big,
    bright smile at me. She can see through me so easily. Chris opens Sarah’s car door.
    “See? There are some nice ones.”
    I get out of the car.
    “Hi, Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy Milk Stealer,” Sarah says before
    smacking Chris with a giant, wet kiss.
    I look away and blush for the fifth time today as they embrace in a steamy lip-lock.
    “Hey, baby,” he says back to Sarah when they finish locking
    lips but still holding each other in a bear hug.
    I try to walk past them without them seeing me, to no avail.
    “I bought you some milk, and I’m cooking dinner for you tonight as an apology. Forgive me for stealing the last of your milk?” he asks
    with a grin like the Cheshire cat.
    “Depends on how good your cooking is,” I say back cheekily.
    “Challenge accepted.”
    Sarah smiles at me like I’ve done her proud.
    I walk inside, leaving the happy new couple to cuddle outside. I open the front door and walk into the hallway. To the left is the main bedroom, Sarah’s room of course. I walk down the hallway and put my keys
    and handbag on the buffet. I continue into the open-spaced kitchen/dining/living room and walk to my bedroom, which is off to the left. I get changed into something a bit more comfortable and less stained with coffee.
    I lie on my bed and start thinking about today’s events.
    Maybe I could start to think about dating again. I mean I’m only twenty-six. I guess Sarah’s words are true; not every guy is like Jason. They’re not all controlling scumbag cheaters and liars surely? I pick my cell phone up to call
    my mom when a message comes through from an unknown number.
     
    Hi, Jeni, this is Aiden O’Connell. Thought I’d send you my
    cell number so you have it for the insurance claim if you need it. See you Friday, Aiden.
     
    I sit up straight on the bed, feeling elated at the sight of
    his name. I read it and re-read it multiple times wondering if he’s talking about Friday for dinner or Friday to pick up the car, I sit on the edge of the bed, puzzled, trying to decipher the message.
    “Dinner’s ready,” Sarah says, knocking on my door. She sees
    my confusion and comes in. “Are you okay?”
    I sit still, staring at my cell phone. “I got a text from him.”
    Sarah shrieks with excitement and jumps on to my bed next to
    me. “O.M.G. What’s it say?”
    I shrug.
    “Hmm, guess it’s not a good text then?” she asks with a saddened tone.
    I shrug again and hand the cell phone to her so she can read
    it. She looks at me questionably and reads the message. Her face lights up.
    “‘See you Friday.’ That means the date is on, right?”
    I shrug again, feeling deflated.
    “Oh stop shrugging and talk to me.”
    I sigh. “It’s either to see me on Friday for the date or to see me when he picks up his car.”
    “Hmm, maybe we need a guy’s perspective on this one,” Sarah announces, and before I get a chance to say no, she calls out to Chris.
    “Hey, Chris, can you come tell us what this text means?”
    “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there,” he says, yelling through the food in his mouth. He’s nearly unintelligible.
    I give Sarah the dirtiest look.
    “What? He might be able to help.”
    I flop back on the bed lying with my legs dangling over the side. My mind wanders to the