Make a Scene (Lovestruck, #1)

by Mimi Grace

There were only two things Retta Majors truly hated: (1) low-rise jeans and (2) people who smugly corrected anyone who misidentified Frankenstein as the monster.

“I’ll do it for all three parking spots.” Shaking her head, Retta settled back in her seat. She had to think about her staff. “The best I can do is offer you one spot free and clear.” “Two,” he countered. “One and we can alternate the remaining two monthly,” she said. He was silent for such a long time before saying, “Add the recipe for the blueberry scones and it’s a deal.”

“I can’t believe we did that,” Retta said between airy laughter. Duncan turned toward her to make a comment but was winded all over again. Her once flowy blouse clung to her body, molding around her small breasts and revealing her obviously hard nipples. “Fuck.”

“There could be a live possum in there and you wouldn’t know,” Duncan said. “His name is Terrance.” “What?” Duncan asked. “The live possum in my refrigerator? His name is Terrance.”

“I’ve been thinking about this,” Retta said against his mouth. “About what?” he asked. “You touching me.”

“Screw rules and hypothetical fake-dating manuals,”

“Look at me.” His voice dropped, and she was compelled to meet his gaze. “Nobody can tell. Breathe.”

“Look at the fucking view,” she said, squirming under his touch. Looking at her, he said, “I am.”

You can’t slip into pining and stressing when someone is singing in falsetto over a synth.

“Good. I wasn’t a big fan of my girl being in love with someone else.” “Your girl? It’s day one,” she said, laughing lightly. “Nah, day one started the moment you thought I was your date at that coffee shop.”