Three Blind Dates (Dating by Numbers, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

Barely pulling away, he spe...

“Go out wi...

I must be in a serious post-coitus fog because I swear he just told m...

“W...

I ask, leaning back to study h...

“Go out with me,...

Yep, okay, I heard him ...

Snapping my legs shut, I push past him, right my dress, and try to zip it up with my back turned to him. When he sees me struggling, he steps behind me. His body heat hits me hard as his fingers graze across my exposed skin when he helps me with my zipper. Holding ...

Did he just tell me to go out with him? But better yet, did I just have sex with him? From the gleeful way my body is feeling, I’m going to say that’s a yes. And not just sex. Oh Lord, not just sex. I didn’t believe sex could actually be s...

Oh God, I look like such a slut. And don’t try to tell me I don’t. I know what you’re thinking: look at that Noely chick. She just had sex with a guy who dropped her like a pelican with no wings—ignore the reference, I have no idea where that came from—giving in to him the minute he stuck her breast in h...

God, there is no excuse. I’m slut-zilla, climbing dicks...

Be disgusted, beca...

“What the hell wa...

I ask, stepping away and crossing my arms...

Looking a little confused, Jack fixes his cl...

“Uh, from what I know, tha...

“I know what i...

I take a deep...

“I know that was sex. I’m asking what the he...

“Well, usually sex is for pleasure and for procreating. Since we used a condom and are not in a position to be raising a child together at the moment, I’m going to say it was for pleasure. But then again, if...

“I know we weren’t making a child. ...

I fling my arms in...

“Why the hell did you come in here? To get what you didn’t get on our second date? Well, congratulations, ...

To say I’m upset with myself is an understatement. I got caught up in the moment, in the feel of his body, in the way he made me tingle from head to toe. And I’d be lyin...

I feel stupid. Use...

“No...

he says sternly, taking a ste...

I hold my hand out to...

“Don’t, Jack. Just don...

I shake my head. Why, Noely? Why didn’t you have an ounce of...

“Please just leave. This was a mistake,...

“Why was it a mistake? Your body didn’t think so. N...

He takes another step forward, causing me to bac...

Growing angrier with him and myself by the se...

“Do you not remember how we ended things? You shut me out. You were the one to call it quits over something so asinine. I said your first name, that was it, it wasn’t like I said I d...

I shake m...

“Gain a little perspective, Jack. We had a connection, something I thought could grow into a beautiful relati...

Threw me away. Blowing out a heavy breath, I walk past him to retrieve my purse. I need to get out of this room. I need to get away f...

But before I can make my way to the couch for my purse, Jack stops me with his hand on my wrist. Eyes cast fo...

“I got sc...

Not giving in...

“Scared isn’t my problem. You should have been a man and talked to me rat...

Yanking my hand away from ...

“This was a mistake. Please don’t consider it an open window to a relationship we could have had. Because as far as I’m concern...

I hate him. I hate myself. I hate this. With that, I grab my purse, fling my dressing room door open, and take off toward my car, face probably red, and a little stu...

NY152.

Noely, Don’t you love Malibu in the fall? It makes me want to buy a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils. Don’t you agree? Me

NY152, Charming, but confusing. Who are you? Noely

Noely, What if I were to tell you I could possibly be The Suit, The Rebel, or The Jock? Would you be interested in seeing one of them again? Maybe give one of them a second chance? Or have you written them all off? Me

NY152, A second chance? Hmm . . . could be possible, but first I need to ask you, who are you? The Suit, The Rebel, or The Jock? Noely