The Blogger and the Hunk by Jane Matisse

Author:Jane Matisse
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humor, comedy, romance, romantic comedy, blog, wit, sweet romance, contemporary, women's fiction
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

There are two gifts a man could give me that will make me fall hopelessly in love with him forever: Chinese takeout and Coke. It’s as simple as that. Of course, I’ve never met anyone who has unknowingly fed my vice.

DIARY OF A WALLFLOWER: Entry 151

She was so close to throwing it all in and giving up on the bachelorette party. It had been two weeks already and it felt like every day was filled with white lace, salmon or steak, and strippers. Jasmine and Stephanie, who couldn’t wait to find out what Jack and Penelope had in store for Celeste, always brought up the last topic.

Penelope and Jack’s relationship... friendship... acquaintanceship? God, she didn’t even know what the hell to call it. They were civil to one another, which was good. They hardly fought, even though they butted heads at every decision made. If Penelope wanted white, he wanted black. If she said up, he chose down. Nevertheless, they hadn’t killed each other, which had to be a good thing, right? Stephanie kept insisting it was all part of their own kind of foreplay. Their fighting was all pent-up sexual energy vibrating between them.

When Penelope heard that, she burst out laughing. She didn’t think of herself as an ogre’s twin, but she also knew that she didn’t stand a chance against the leggy supermodels Jack loved to date. Or take to bed. She wondered if they ever took any of his clothes home with them. She felt a little pathetic when she decided to wear his hoodie when she was snuggled up on the corner of her couch watching a BBC show.

Yes, it was pathetic, but at least no one was around to witness her creepy attachment to Jack’s clothes. Darcy was right in the middle of professing his love to Lizzie when there was a knock on her door. Penelope checked the time on her cell phone.

2:00 a.m.

Who the hell was visiting her so late? She got up from the sofa and walked over to the door, looking through the peephole. Just her luck, it was the owner of the hoodie himself.

“Penny, I know you’re still awake. I can see the shadows under the door,” he stated. She caught a little smirk on his face. The man and his stupid smirk.

She looked down at her state of dress: her Chip ‘n’ Dale pajama pants and his hoodie.

Yikes, that won’t do.

“Just a second!” she replied, slipping off the hoodie and stuffing it behind one of the throw pillows on the couch. Once it was safely hidden, she opened the door. “Hey,” she said breathlessly. No matter how many times the guy came by her house to pick her up, he always took her breath away just by standing outside her door with that lazy smile and those happy eyes.

“I brought some Chinese takeout and a six-pack of Coke, in glass bottles,” he added. For the first time since she opened the door she noticed the bags he held in his hands.

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