EFB-Lovesick by LA Pepper

Author:LA Pepper
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Eight: Nauseated

“I can’t do it anymore. I can’t do it at all.” Brooke was all I could think about. Being friends with her didn’t make me stop wanting. It wasn’t good enough. All I wanted was more of her. Nothing was as important as Brooke. It didn’t matter how many obligations I had at work, or how many deadlines there were. It didn’t matter how close the opening was. All I could ever think about was Brooke, her beauty, the sweetness of her smile, the surprising freshness of her wit, her skin like milk and sugar.

I had daydreams of showing her the world, of buying her a restaurant, of dressing her up and taking her everywhere. But I couldn’t sleep without images of her body, her breasts, the sounds she made when my hands touched her in places no one had ever touched her before, what it felt like to be inside of her, how whole she made me feel, how she completed me, the warmth of her arms around me. How I needed her. “I can’t be her friend.”

“Darling, I’ve never seen you like this before. What’s the problem. Take her to bed, she’s texting you all the time. She clearly is just as mad about you as you are about her.” Bette had been in The Hamptons, but now she was back and they were catching up at her favorite nightspot.

“As friends.” He laughed bitterly and drank his scotch. “She has a boyfriend. Diego.” He gritted out the name between his teeth. “My little spy told me they live together.” The bourbon settled unpleasantly in his stomach. How could she have moved in with some other man so soon after the night they had together? Had they already been involved when Brooke came to his bed? Why had she waited for me when she had someone else? None of this felt right.

“You have a spy?” Bette asked, surprised. “Benjamin, have you been stalking this girl?”

I glared at her. It wasn’t my fault that Suze, the pastry chef from Brooke’s restaurant, came by my hotel restaurant with my our pastry chef to help them set up and we got to talking. About Brooke. She had nothing but good things to say about Brooke. It made my obsession with her worse, knowing that I wasn’t making up her good qualities.

Then Bette started laughing. “After all these years, and all the women who have pursued you like big game hunters, while you stood aloof and unaffected, enlisting me to pretend to be engaged so you never had to commit to any of them, and now you’ve been caught. And it’s by a girl who won’t have you.”

“It’s not funny.”

“Poor darling,” she said and patted my cheek just a little too hard. “You womanizer, you. You’ve been caught in your own trap. How does it feel to be the one who is in love and pining, while the object of your affections remains aloof?”

“Not good at all.”

Bette pierced him with a look over the rim of her martini glass.

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