How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days (Chick Flick Club, #1)

by Lila Monroe

“Well, if it’s a law,” he grins. A second later, his lips find mine.

I need to know it’s comfortable for when you come over and we watch movies.”

He plays along, handing me the bowl from the side table. I dig in the bowl and then look up at him. “Empty! You ate it all?! Again?” “I got hungry,” he says loudly with a casual shrug. “Making you come is hard work, Emma.”

It’s even more mortifying when her husband winks knowingly at Zach.

“Get a room!” someone yells. “A real one!”

Zach gives me a long final kiss and then pulls away and pats the sofa with his free hand. “I like this one. It’s very conducive to my needs.” “Your needs being?” I ask. “You cuddling up with me.

There’s no time to get Zach out of the way before Arielle comes into the main store.

“I think it looks great!” Arielle gushes. Zach gives her an odd look, then ducks back into the fitting room.

Kent shuffles off. I have a feeling he’s not going to put up with much more.

I might be biased, but when Arielle huffs loudly, I know she sees it, too.

Zach doesn’t take his eyes off me. “I think Gemma and I are going to get Chinese takeout.” “I could go for some Chinese,” Brody says. Until Julie smacks him and he clues in. “Oh, I mean yuck Chinese—dumplings are the worst! I’m so into pizza.”

LMFAOOOOOOOO

“Do you want a drink?” I ask. “I have teas … water … maybe some beer in the fridge.” “I want you.” Zach’s answer makes me stop dead. Holy shit.

“Fuck, Gemma,” he groans, taking in the sight of my best lacy black bra, that I definitely wore for the occasion,. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“This isn’t about how long it’s been,” he says as his gaze turns from ‘pretty eager’ to ‘downright smoldering’. “This is about how badly I need to be inside you, Gemma.”

“Thanks,” I say automatically, though her tone when delivering the compliment seems off. It’s like she’s reluctant, for some reason.

And it wasn’t until she finally gave up on me that I realized, she did me a favor. Better to go our separate ways than always feel like someone’s fucking pet project.

danggggg

“All right,” he says, nuzzling into my neck. “Sounds fun.” I just hope he’s right.

Zach looks up, and we lock eyes, all the way across the room. And my heart freezes right there in my chest. Because I see it, the disappointment and hurt on his face, the look I hoped I’d never see. He knows about the bet. And he’s not laughing.

DANG

But it’s not. Because for Zach and me, this is only just the beginning.

THE END (Almost!)