Blind Date with a Book Boyfriend: a funny dramatic & steamy novella by lucy eden

Blind Date with a Book Boyfriend: a funny dramatic & steamy novella by lucy eden

Author:lucy eden
Language: eng
Format: epub


10

My Uber, which was actually an Uber, passed the bookstore on the way back to the apartment. I was hit by a sudden urge to go inside, but I restrained myself.

The interview had gone better than expected, but I knew in my gut that I wouldn’t be able to work so close to Mike.

Grayson Technology paid for three food trucks to park outside the offices and provide free lunches for its employees. Chris encouraged me to take something to go after my interview. So, I ordered something from each truck.

Back at the apartment, I decided to skip the grilled cheese and bacon sandwich and the fish tacos and go straight for the bag of beignets. After artfully arranging them on a plate, I snapped a photo, adjusted the settings, and posted it to my feed with the caption:

LA Beignet. #Thebeignettruck

After taking the first bite, I closed my eyes and moaned, it was so good. My fingers were already greasy and my blazer was covered in powdered sugar, but I didn’t care. Right on schedule, there were two alerts:

JordynsDrMomma liked your photo.

JordynsDrMomma commented: Ooooo, those look so good! I haven’t had a good beignet since Essencefest in 2009. @CookieTurner193 Remember those beignets we had at that place in New Orleans.

A few seconds later:

CookieTurner193 commented: @JordynsDrMomma Yes, girl. I still think about those beignets. We have to go back. Hey, Jordyn! Good luck on your interview!

I shook my head and snorted a laugh. My mom had tagged my aunt Cookie, whose name was actually Sandra, in the comments, and those two would probably chat back and forth in my mentions before calling each other on the phone and talking for three hours.

My thoughts drifted to Mike, and I wondered why he hadn’t come to work. If this was his plan to avoid me, what would he do if I accepted the position?

“We sign a disclosure form and avoid each other like the plague.”

I typed his Instagram handle into the search bar and almost dropped my phone when I saw that his profile was no longer set to private. He’d also changed his bio:

Mike (He/Him/His)

Brother. Son. Friend. Large Child. Master of Disguise. Kiss Thief. Hopeful Romantic.

The latest post in the top left corner of the grid was the video I recorded of him dancing in the fountain. I’d already seen that live and was way too curious about what other things Mike would post on his feed. I scrolled through pictures of him with his friends, gorgeous pictures of LA, and vacation photos from all around the world. There were pictures of his family. The Graysons took glamorous, Kardashian-style holiday photos every year and Mike looked almost exactly like his father, but he had his mother’s dark hair and eyes. Laura, while gorgeous, more closely resembled Mike and their dad. Erica looked like a carbon copy of their mom, who didn’t look like she’d aged much since her pageant days. There were throwback pictures of Mike’s grandmother, and an adorable photo of Mike when he was about five or six in full makeup, wearing a pageant crown and a sash.



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