Wrong (Cafe, #1)

by Jana Aston

Thick dark hair, brown eyes and eyelashes any girl would kill for. He’s wearing a dark gray suit today with a plum-colored tie. Fucking swoon.

His hands, I’m a little obsessed with them. Long fingers ending in short, impeccably clean nails. They just look… capable. I have a lot of fantasies involving his hands and my body. He’s gotta know what he’s doing with those hands.

“It’s not my fault I dated a gay guy for two years.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and cross my arms across my chest. I’m a little defensive about this. “Hello? Earth to delusional. You didn’t find it odd you were dating a twenty-year-old guy who never tried to stick his dick in you?” Everly dumps beans into the industrial-sized grinder and raises a skeptical eyebrow in my direction. I hand her a stack of one-pound Grind Me bags labeled for individual sale and lean against the opposite counter. “I thought he respected me, not that he was afraid of vaginas,”

Everly sighs and crosses her arms across her chest. “No, I didn’t catch anything at the wedding except Finn’s house key.” “Professor Camden gave you his house key? I though you said he was going to require additional convincing before, and I quote, he accepted what was best for him?” She waves a dismissive hand. “No, I made myself a copy.” “Everly, no.” I am shaking my head at her in disbelief. “No, you did not. How? Does he know?” “Sophie, it’s like you don’t even know me. I borrowed his car.” She stops at the look on my face. “Fine, I stole his car and ran over to Home Depot and made copies while he was busy with his best man duties.” “No,” I’m still shaking my head. “Yes.” She’s nodding hers.

I knew at this moment that the sequel was going to be about this chaotic beauty haha

“We’ll order four breakfasts and pretend people are joining us.” “Are you teasing me?” I’m detecting a smirk on his face.

I wait patiently while she thumbs through looking for her period-tracker app. “How do you do that?” She scowls. “You don’t even have the app!” “Pregnancy tests under the sink,” I call out as she stomps off to the bathroom. “I can get a blood draw this week when you stop in for office sex.” “Thanks, babe, that’s convenient,” she replies sarcastically, and I just laugh. I hear the stick hit the trash can before she appears from the bathroom with a sigh she doesn’t mean. I smile and crook my finger, beckoning her back to bed to finish what we started.