The Boyfriend Designer - Christopher Harlan Page 0,47
or what not to do—just that you should be careful.”
She’s gonna love this next part. “Noted. Now, how would you feel if I said I was going to his place for dinner?”
“I’d call you a total whore.”
“Yes! That’s the same thing I thought when I said yes.”
“Shosh,” she says, putting her hand on my arm. “Sometimes your quirky disassociate stuff frightens me. I just want you to know that.”
“Also noted. And I’m okay with my humor being a little frightening. Say what you want, I’ll always keep you on your toes.”
“That you will.”
Now I’m worried about the impression I’m giving off to Conor. Does he think that I’m just another conquest, and that I’ll just come over to his place and bang him? Does he do this kind of thing a lot?
I’m asking myself a lot of questions recently. Maybe it’s time I started asking him some.
Yeah. I like that idea.
Shoshana
“The Pack Leader can do many things, but cooking isn’t one of them.”
I get to his apartment in record time as far as New York travel goes.
I’m nervous, but in a good, excited kind of way. I hear Tori’s words in my head, reminding me to not give off the wrong impression. So I plan on making it really clear that I’m not here for some booty call, if that’s what he’s thinking. Plus, I want to know more about this event thing he wants me to do. I’m not about to get attacked in public just so he can make himself even more famous and get a few more likes.
I ring his bell and when he answers the door my entire body feels it.
“Well hello,” he says, looking like the Adonis he is.
“Hi. You look good.”
“Not nearly as good as you do. Come in.”
He’s looking me up and down, but not in a creepy way. Actually, it’s kind of hot. He’s really good at making it known that he’s physically into me without seeming like that he’s that weird guy on the corner staring at you as you walk by. He looks, but not too slow. He smiles, but only slightly, like the look of me is turning him on. The feeling is mutual.
He looks good. Damn good.
I have to admit, the man can dress. All of his clothes fit his body perfectly, in just the right way to accentuate how good of a body he has. He wears his clothing just like he looks at me—it’s the perfect balance that makes him sexy but not douchey.
“This old thing?” I joke. And by ‘old’ I mean ‘brand new and super expensive.’
“Old or new, it looks great on you. Come in.”
I can smell the food when I walk in. Did he cook? There’s no way.
“I cooked.” Oh. Wow. Guess I was wrong.
Then I see the smile and I know that I’m not wrong at all. “You didn’t cook,” I say.
“Of course not. The Pack Leader can do many things but cooking isn’t one of them. Never really learned.”
“I was about to have a heart attack if you’d really cooked.”
“Oh, damn. Missed a golden opportunity to get your heart going. Next time.”
My heart’s going, Conor, don’t worry about that.
There’s this thing going on that I can’t seem to control. Every time he looks at me a certain way, or compliments me, or does anything at all that shows he’s interested in me, I wonder whether it’s all part of some technique he’s using for part of his whole Alpha nonsense. I start to question his authenticity. And every time I find myself feeling him I wonder if it’s real, or if I’m just another dumb girl falling for a choreographed routine?
It’s time for those questions.
“Wine?” he asks. I shake my head.
“Thank you I’m good. Me and alcohol are on a break for a little while. We have an on-again-off-again kind of relationship.”
“Those are the worst. Me and alcohol are still going strong, so don’t mind if I have a glass.”
“Have as many glasses as you want. But we need to talk.”
“Uh-oh. That never sounds good. Are you breaking up with me?”
“Yeah, kinda hard to break up when we’re not together. I don’t know what we are. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk about.”
“Oh no. Are we going to have the cliche ‘where are we’ discussion?”
I roll my eyes. It’s weird that a guy can make me do that uncontrollably and make my body tingle in all the right places at the same time. But that’s Conor for you. “We