Bad Boys Do. Victoria Dahl

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      “You naughty little witch,” Gwen drawled, obviously enjoying her secret. “You’re totally getting it on with Jamie Donovan. I don’t know whether to hate you or put you on a pedestal.”

      “I am not getting it on with Jamie Donovan.”

      “Liar.”

      Olivia smiled as she shook her head. “I’m not lying.”

      “Look, I admire that you’re trying to protect his modesty. It’s cute.”

      “Gwen,” Olivia said, laughing. “Okay, I admit that I went to the party with him, but that is all that happened.”

      “That’s all?” Gwen squealed. “Where the heck did this come from? You met him once. One time!”

      “I know—”

      “And you said you were trying to ease back into the dating world. This is like shooting yourself out of a cannon.”

      Olivia collapsed onto her bed, laughing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.

      “I need all the details,” Gwen said. “Please God, give me some details!”

      “I’m sorry, Gwen, but I don’t have any!”

      “Just any level of story then. Put me out of my misery.”

      Olivia sighed. She wasn’t going to tell Gwen everything, but if she refused to speak it would look even worse. “Jamie asked me out, and I—”

      “Now, hold on. Back it up, sister.”

      This part wasn’t easy, and she wished she could get away with leaving it out entirely. Instead, she decided to fudge the details. “I saw him. On campus. He asked me out and I said no, but then I remembered the party….”

      Gwen squealed.

      “We went to the party, and that was it. End of story.”

      “Oh, not by a long shot. What was he like? Did you make out? Did you see Victor? Oh, my God, please tell me you saw Victor.”

      “Jamie was nice. No, we didn’t make out, but we definitely saw Victor. More importantly, Victor saw us.”

      “Oh, my God, I wish you were here right now so I could high-five you.” Gwen had been an administrative assistant for Victor’s department for two years. She wasn’t a fan.

      “I’ll admit, it was satisfying.”

      “Oh, yeah? Just how satisfying?”

      “Gwen. It didn’t happen. And it’s not going to happen. I had a great time, but that’s that.”

      “He turned you down?”

      Olivia rolled her eyes. “Boy, I wish you were here right now too. I’d high-five your head.”

      “Come on, Olivia. Why aren’t you going to see him again?”

      “It’s complicated.”

      “It doesn’t have to be.”

      “Well, it is. And I have to go. I’m late for my run.” Really late, actually. Not only had she overslept, but she hadn’t thought once about running until that moment. That was a first. She’d even gone for her run right on time the morning after she’d found out her husband was cheating.

      “This isn’t the end of this!” Gwen called as Olivia’s thumb hovered over the end call button. “Not by far!”

      Olivia stuck out her tongue and hung up.

      As late as it was, she didn’t immediately rise to change into her running gear. For a moment, she simply sat and savored this feeling. This strange new feeling of having a close female friend. It was almost as exhilarating as kissing Jamie, though the happiness confined itself to less interesting parts of her body. It was really … nice. And Olivia felt stupid for having ignored this need for so long. She would’ve been happier married to Victor if she hadn’t dedicated herself so completely to him.

      And maybe she would’ve seen the truth about him before she’d wasted so many years.

      Regret tried to rear its ugly head, but she slapped it down. She’d spent a year wallowing, and she was done. This year was going to be hers. The year of Olivia. And this summer would be the kickoff.

      She was teaching two classes this summer to bring in a little money, but both were light on prep and time commitment. She’d taught both before and they were non-credit classes. Even the group of students she’d agreed to mentor this summer were pretty self-sufficient, so aside from office hours and class time, she was free to do as she pleased. But what did she please?

      As she brushed her teeth and pulled on shorts and a top, Olivia considered the day’s options. Class only lasted until two. Afterward, she could go through the unpacked boxes still lurking at the back of her bedroom closet. Or she could go through the financial planning package she’d been meaning to review. But neither of those sounded like the actions of a woman jumping into life. Neither sounded like a day for the kind of woman who’d take a younger man to a work party and then make out with him among the kitchen staff.

      Smirking as she tied her shoes, Olivia made her decision. Today she’d drive to Denver. She’d have dinner downtown by herself. She’d have a glass of wine with her meal. Or two glasses. And then she’d go to the art museum and take as many hours as she wanted to stroll through the galleries.

      In addition to being fun, irresponsible and exactly what she needed, this trip would distract her from thoughts of Jamie. She’d had a great time with him, but she hadn’t been fair. She’d used him, and he wasn’t going to call her again. That was fine. She had a whole life to build. And now that she knew she had chemistry … Well, that opened up a whole world of possibilities, didn’t it?

      But four hours later, her little pep talk had worn off and she was standing in front of him in the classroom, feeling as awkward as she’d expected. Jamie just smiled down at her.

      She gave him one subtle nod and then tried not to look at him again as she began her lecture on start-up costs, financing and insurance. Dry stuff, certainly, and it likely didn’t apply to his plans, but he seemed to be taking detailed notes, if his flying fingers were any guide. Or else he was deeply involved in an online conversation. Hard to tell these days.

      By the time she’d taken the last questions from the class and sent the students on their way, she wasn’t the least bit surprised when Jamie started down the stairs instead of up. But her heart still tumbled as if she’d just received the shock of her life. Ridiculous.

      He set an apple on the corner of the table. “Good afternoon, Ms. Bishop. You look pretty today.”

      Her face felt tight with self-consciousness. She’d thought of him when she’d chosen this dress. It was red. Too red for class, but the tiny white daisies gave her the excuse that it was perfect for summer. And she loved the way the fabric gathered along the bodice to make it look as if she had nearly average-size СКАЧАТЬ