Talk Wordy To Me (His Curvy Librarian Book 1), Frankie Love [knowledgeable books to read .txt] 📗

after one of our adventures, when she has to pretend she didn’t just deepthroat my cock with that pretty mouth of hers.

The way I can’t ever stop thinking about her, no matter how many times we reassure each other that we’re just having fun…

9

Cassidy

The night before book club, I’m in my parents’ kitchen with a whole island full of ingredients spread out in front of me and a cocoa-powder-coated apron tied around my waist.

It’s pretty much the first night I haven’t spent with Chuck in the last three weeks, and both Nora and Brooklyn have taken the opportunity to descend on me, seeking juicy gossip and details.

“You know, you two could help bake since you’re standing there,” I point out as I stir heavy cream into a bowl of honey and rich chocolate chips.

“We are helping,” Brooklyn says. “We offered to taste-test.”

I smirk. “Yeah, and I already had to cut you off before you ate all my ingredients.”

“Enough about the truffles,” Nora says, exasperated. “You know why we’re really here!”

Nora’s got a place of her own across town and she and Brooklyn are damn near inseparable roommates. She comes home once a week for Sunday dinner, usually with Brooks in tow, but they made a special trip as soon as they found out Chuck was working late tonight on closing a particularly big real estate deal.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I say, being purposely coy because I’m sure they can see in my eyes that that’s not the case. These last three weeks have been the most unreal, perfect, unbelievable ones of my life—three weeks of melt-in-my-mouth, holy hotness dates with a man I’ve taken to unironically calling my Prince Charming. Even if only between the two of us.

Honestly, it’s all been a bit too good to be true—and that’s part of the reason I don’t want to tell my sister and my bestie about it.

The other part is that they would never, ever shut up about it.

“I was beginning to think we’d never see you outside the library again,” Brooklyn said while I stirred some butter into my chocolate-cream mixture and then put the bowl in the refrigerator to thicken.

I pull out a sparkling water and turn back to them.

“Seriously,” Nora said. “When are you two getting engaged?”

I nearly choke on my water. “Engaged? Please. We’re just having fun… keeping it casual.”

“Right,” Brooklyn says with a roll of her eyes. “You’re at least gonna move in with him, right? Get out of your parents’ house? Since you’re practically living with him as it is?”

“Umm, no,” I say. “I haven’t even slept over. You can ask Grace—I come home every night.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t,” Nora said. “What’s keeping you here?”

“Uh, the fact that this is my home,” I say, getting defensive. “All of my stuff is here. Mom and Dad are here. Not to mention the fact that there’s nothing serious between Chuck and me. No strings attached.”

“That didn’t work for Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher, and I’m not buying it here either,” Brook says.

“Well, tell that to Chuck,” I shoot back.

Seriously, who am I to argue when the rich, gorgeous real estate mogul with the magical cock wants to keep things casual? Casual is working out just fine for me.

10

Chuck

The day after my brokerage sealed the deal on a huge luxury condo development downtown, my crew of agents take me out to dinner to celebrate. They want to get drinks after and make a whole night of it, but I find myself checking my watch often and making excuses a little after seven o’clock.

“What’s the rush, dude?” Alex, one of my top agents and closest friends, asks. “It’s early.”

“Plus,” Parker, one of the other agents, leans in to say, “check out the talent at the bar.”

He nods subtly in the direction of a group of blondes in tight, clingy dresses—exactly the kinds of girls I used to go for. Fun. Easy. No chance whatsoever of forging an actual connection beyond physically.

Lately, though, I’ve only got eyes for my Cookie.

“Yeah, I think the one on the end is checking you out,” I tell Parker. “You should go for it.”

I stand up from my chair and button my blazer, and Alex gives me a disappointed look. “You’re not seriously leaving, are you?”

“I told Cassidy I would swing by after dinner,” I tell him. “There’s supposed to be a meteor shower later tonight and I figured we could watch for it from the hot tub.”

Parker makes a gagging noise at the romantic image, and Alex just arches an eyebrow. “Who are you and what have you done with the Chuck I know? The one who never dates the same girl twice? The one who would have loved the challenge of picking up the hottest girl in that group over there?”

I pause. I can’t possibly express to him how little that interests me now, and yet his words stir something deep in my gut.

Where did that guy go?

And who the hell is this stargazing, flower-picking, spend-every-available-moment-with-the-same-girl romantic fool who’s replaced him?

Despite how delicious the meal was, I find myself with a bit of a stomach ache and all of a sudden I wonder if I’m setting myself up for a fall. Cassidy’s got her whole family, and her big, cozy farmhouse, and her adoring library patrons.

All I’ve got is Gramps… and her.

And I sure as hell don’t want to find out what it feels like to have my heart ripped out.

That’s why we’re keeping things casual. It’s why I instituted my one-date policy in the first place. And yet, somewhere along the line, Cassidy made me forget all that. She made me want to take the risk.

But is it a good idea?

I say goodnight to the guys and I smirk as I see Parker heading for one of the blondes before I’ve even left the restaurant. I’m still deep in my thoughts, wondering if all this time I’ve been spending with Cassidy is a bad idea, when I get to my