209 Wedding Lane – A Cherry Falls Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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“Sure.” Cindy hands me her lip gloss. I put it on and hand it back to her. “Get it, girl. I’ll finish cleaning up here.”

My face warms. “It’s really not like that.” Those words come out of my mouth, but I don’t necessarily believe them.

“We shall see.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I take a breath, getting myself together before I push through the door. I let my eyes take every inch of him in. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets, looking as hot as I remember. A smile forms on his lips when his eyes meet mine. My heart flutters. How does he do that to me? I’ve never had this reaction to any man.

“I brought the food.” He picks up a box from off the table.

“You didn't have to do that.”

He shrugs. “We have to taste test them to make sure everything is good.”

“All right.” I laugh. “I’m always down to eat. Want to do it at my place?” He lifts his brows. I can feel my face beginning to flush after realizing what I said. “Not do it do it.” Oh my God. What is wrong with me? I’m not making this any better. “I mean like try the food. Eat it or whatever.” Now I’m rambling.

“You’re adorable when you get flustered.” Ouch. Adorable? Here we go again. I’m getting thrown into the cute friend category. Why can’t he see me as hot or sexy? Though I don’t think I’ve ever been hot or sexy. I need to stop crushing on this man. He’s charming, and we could be good friends. He might even let me help out on more projects. If I can keep myself from making a fool of myself.

“Follow me.” I turn, heading into the back of the bakery. Cindy smirks when she sees us going up to my place. I try and remember if I’ve left my place a mess. I pull out my keys and unlock the door, letting him in. I’ve never had a man over before.

Lennon sets the box down on the small table. My place is all open except for the bathroom. I’m sure this is a far stretch from how he lives. I bet he has closets that are bigger than my entire place.

“This is cute.” I cringe when I realize I have a couple stuffed animals on my daybed. Kill me now.

“I’ll be right back.” I dart into the bathroom to give myself a pep talk. I glare at myself in the mirror, silently begging myself to get it together. I take a deep breath and then glance around to make sure it looks acceptable.

When I step out of the bathroom, Lennon is sitting on my day bed looking at one of the stuffed animals.

“That’s not mine,” I blurt out. He looks over at me. “Okay, it is mine.” I can’t lie. Right now I wish I could. I’ve never been good at lying.

So much for me playing it cool. I’m so in over my head when it comes to men. Now I'm starting to think these dates might be a good thing. I can use them as practice. I can learn something, then maybe I can get Lennon’s attention. Once I do that, maybe he’ll see me as more than only the cute quirky girl.

I’ll learn to be sexy. I’m not sure that’s possible, but that’s never stopped me before, and it’s not going to stop me now.

5

Lennon

She’s nervous, and I freaking hate that. I’m not sure how to put her at ease. It might have something to do with my size. Something that never bothered me until right now.

Her cheeks are still flushed about the stuffed animals. Not sure why she's embarrassed of them. I’m guessing some of them are from her childhood. Like the panda that has a stethoscope around his neck. She shouldn’t be embarrassed by any of them. I’m sure they helped her get through some scary times, and I would never judge her for keeping them.

“You ready to dig in?” I ask, standing up. I start pulling everything out of the box and putting it onto the coffee table that sits in front of her daybed. I’m pretty sure it is both her sofa and bed. Her place is small but warm. It smells like her too. I’m never going to be able to eat strawberries again and not get a hard-on.

“Yep.” She heads into the kitchen, coming back a moment later with two bottles of water. She drops to her knees next to the coffee table. I do the same.

“Sorry I don’t have a bigger table.” She chews on her bottom lip. Unable to stop myself, I reach out and pull her lip out from between her teeth. The urge to kiss her is almost too great for me to resist, but I do, knowing that pushing her too soon could make her run. She’s not the only one that’s nervous here.



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