Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(17)

“Is sex the only thing you think about?” I deadpan.

“No.” He laughs. “I was just offering. I have a few friends who are single and are good men. I wouldn’t introduce you to a dickhead. We might not know each other that well yet, but I already consider you to be one of my good friends. I want you to be happy and if I can help you with that by introducing you to one of my friends, then why not?” He shrugs and I see his point. Argh, I hate it when men are right. They get all smug about it when you give them the tiniest inkling that they were right.

“Maybe.”

“Ha! I knew it, you want a long and hard f*ck.”

I groan loudly and punch his arm. “You’re a horrible man, you know that right?”

“Nope, I’m the best. You’re just grumpy because you can’t have me.” He snorts.

“If I wanted to, I’m sure I could make you want me.” I smirk all full of confidence, well fake confidence but I guess I’m doing good considering the look on his face.

“As much as I love a bit of a challenge, I love John more. I’m so sorry to crush your ego.” He mimics me and we both laugh. “How about I set you up on a blind date with a friend of mine? He’s thirty, lean muscles, no tattoos, he’s a teacher, he’s hot and has been single for a few months.”

“What does he teach?” I ask, suddenly intrigued by Vincent’s description.

“Trigonometry.” We both shudder.

“That could be a real mood killer you know. If he tried to hit on me with a cosine, or whatever it was, geeky pick up line.” I chuckle.

“It’s worth the try. So? What do you say?” He grins looking of himself.

“Sure, why not? I might as well give it a try as clearly I can’t find myself a decent man.”

“That’s settled. I’ll let you know tomorrow when he’s free.” He smiles and parks in front of my building.

“Thank you for dropping me off and I’m free any night but Friday and Saturday.” I smile and kiss his cheek.

“Ohhhh going in for the kiss aren’t we, I already told you no.” He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “I’ll let him know.” He winks. “Goodnight, Gorgeous.”

“Goodnight, Matt.” I blow him a kiss, giggling and unlock the main door. I wave at him before stepping inside.

My day started, well, roughly to say the least. I wasn’t happy at all, but tonight I’m feeling amazing. I have four new amazing friends, a date in a couple of days and I’m seeing my best friend this weekend. What more could a girl ask for besides a hot chocolate before bed and a full night of sleep?





CHAPTER 6



Three Days Later

Today is Thursday. It’s also the day Matt’s friend picked for our blind date. To say I’m nervous and shitting myself is putting it mildly. I hate meeting new people. I’m extremely awkward and I can’t form coherent thoughts and sentences easily, how am I supposed to get through a dinner with someone I don’t know? I do want to meet a nice guy that I can share my life with, I thought it was Adam, but when we broke up, it didn’t hurt. I was more preoccupied by what I’d do with my life than by the fact that my boyfriend had cheated on me with my friend. What does that say about me and our relationship?

I’m sat at my desk, trying to get some work done but I’m struggling to focus again. I’m preparing for an interview with a fashion designer. I wouldn’t call myself a fashion expert, I mean, I know a few things, but my knowledge is limited to slippers and jammies and I want to make a good impression. Fashion publicity is what helps run this magazine. They pay us good money to feature in our magazine and if I fail this interview, it could cost us a lot of money and a client. The woman I’m replacing was the fashion expert of Colorado, but she got the opportunity to start her own TV show so she moved on. I’m glad she did because otherwise I wouldn’t be here, but f*ck me it’s hard to fill her shoes. I’m much more comfortable working the music and cinema aspects of my job.

Apparently the motto in this industry is ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ so I guess that’s what I’ll do. How hard can it be?

I’m lost in my research about this new designer, the clothes they are making and their history when Matt scares the living hell out of me by dropping a box of donuts next to me. I was completely focused on an article I was reading that I didn’t hear or see him come in.

“Are you out to f*cking kill me?” I all but screech.

“Not particularly, no. Why?” He grins smugly at me.

“Very funny, Matt.” I glare at him.

“Donut?” He smiles cheekily and opens the box, tempting me with this sugary goodness.

“You’ve found my weakness.” I grin and take a peanut butter donut. Hands down the best one you can get. It’s coated with a thick layer of chocolate and peanuts and the center is filled with peanut butter and chocolate swirls.

“Well I try.” He smiles and takes one. “Ready for tonight?” he asks before taking a big bite out of his donut.

“Not at all.” I shrug.

“How come?” He looks at me confused.

“Because I suck at meeting new people. It’s going to be awkward as hell and tomorrow he’ll tell you how he doesn’t want to see me again.” I frown.