Free Finding Ever After by Stephanie Hoffman McManus Page B

bite I had just put in my mouth. My face turned beat red as her explicit
illustration caused an image of dark green penetrating eyes and a wicked smile
    to flash
in my mind
               
“Oh, what was that look?”
               
“What was what look?”
               
“Uh uh, don’t try that with me. You just got all hot and bothered thinking
about someone. Who is he?”
                “No one. I mean there isn’t anyone.” Trying to deny it
only made the blush deepen. I can’t believe I had even thought of
him.          
                “Oh really? Because your face is more red than that
smoothie your drinking. So come on, tell me”
               
“There’s nothing to tell, really. It’s just that there was this guy last night.
He was probably the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen but he was so arrogant and
completely vulgur and degrading. He thinks he’s God’s
gift to the female population and that he can do and say whatever he wants. He
was so infuriating.”
               
“Oh, I’m sure.” She had a knowing look on her face. “Sounds to me like you’re
trying a little too hard not to like him.”
               
“No. No way.” I protested. “He’s hot, but like I said
he’s just another womanizing pig and I don’t want anything to do with him.”
               
“Okay, okay.” She conceded, a little too easily. “So what’s his name?”
               
“Kyden McCabe, he’s in the band with Christian.” Vi’s eyes widened and a sly smile formed at the corners of her mouth, “Oh, I know
who he is, and if I were single I‘d jump him in a heartbeat.” Vi had been with the same guy since junior year in high
school. She talked slutty, but Jake wasn’t just her high school sweetheart, he
was the first and only boyfriend she’d ever had, which was one more than me.
               
“He’s not exactly relationship material.” I told her.
               
“I didn’t say anything about a relationship. I believe I said you needed-”
               
“Yeah, I remember what you said.” My face was still warm from the visual her
words provided.  
               
“Then you know he’d be the perfect one to give that to you. I’m sure he’s an
expert on all things wild and
kinky.”           
               
“I don’t doubt that, but he's not my type.”
               
“No, your type is all straight laced, buttoned up and boring.”
               
“That’s not true.”
               
“You hardly dated in high school, and the guys you did go out with were as
bland like oatmeal, and you, my friend, are not oatmeal. You are an ice cream
sundae and that boy is the hot fudge sauce you smother it in!”
                “Exactly! I don’t even like chocolate.”
               
“It was a metaphor. Normal, sane people like chocolate, and even though you
shouldn’t eat it every day, once in a while you have to indulge!”
               
“I don’t want to indulge, so can we stop talking about my love life.”
               
“You don’t have a love life. How many dates did you go on in the last three
years?”
               
“I don’t know, a few, but dating wasn’t exactly my top priority at the time.”
               
“Let me guess, they were all wannabe bankers, or accountants or some other
stuffy, Prius driving, khaki wearing tool?”
               
“Those are all respectable careers. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to date
someone stable and responsible, who can provide security.”
               
“Oh my gosh , you’re twenty one, you’re too young for
words like stable and security. Now is the time for making mistakes and having
one night stands with sexy, bad boy musicians that you can regret