Free Confessions of a Heartbreaker by Jennifer Sucevic

nutritious, right?
    Shoving the fork into my mouth, I give her a questioning look as if to say- whatever do you mean?
    She just keeps her steady green gaze trained on me. Have I mentioned that I absolutely love her cat-like eyes?  Man, they get me completely fired up.  Downstairs.  Below deck.  In the britches.
    Come on, you know what I mean... I don't think I have to spell it out for you.
    But I will- b-o-n-e-r.
    And all I'm doing is eating lunch with the girl...
    Yep, I've got it pretty bad right now. It's like a disease. A flesh eating one that ends up killing you in the end.
    "I'm eating lunch. Why? What does it look like I'm doing?" 
    Her lips slant downward even more.
    Which seriously has me wanting to kiss those incredibly kissable lips. I'm like a thirsty man dying for one tiny drop of rain. And there isn't a single raincloud on the horizon. If Jordan has her way, it'll never rain again. Ever.
    "I can see that."
    "Then I don't understand the question."
    Oh, I understand the question all right. I'm not dense after all but I love when we engage in these little back and forths. So I'm just going to keep rolling with it... much to her aggravation. I kind of like it when she looks at me all heated up like that.
    Yep, totally perverse... I'm not denying it at all.
    "What I'm asking is why you're eating here ... with me ?"
    I give her one of my most innocent looks. I even blink a few times for good measure before saying, "Because we're friends. And friends eat lunch together. I believe you said that yourself. You said that there would be absolutely no getting naked but we could grab something to eat together. And look, here we are doing just that." I give her a little wink. "But I'm totally open to any other suggestions you might have about what we can do together."
    It's all about baby steps with this girl. Normally I like to move at the speed of light but I can take it slow. Nice and slow... and I can keep going for as long as it takes. I'm dedicated like that.
    Her brows lower over her eyes before she glances at the two girls sitting next to her.
    Actually, I hadn't noticed either one of them until now. I have total tunnel vision when I'm anywhere near Jordan. As my eyes land on the pair, they both blush to the roots of their hair.
    See? Now that's the effect I'm used to having on girls.
    This is just more proof that Jordan is some kind of strange anomaly where I'm concerned. I beam a smile at each of them. And no, it's not the panty dropper smile because all that would do is piss Jordan off even more. And I seem to have a knack for doing that without even trying.
    "Hi, I'm Parker."
    They both just stare without uttering a single word in response. At least I know that the world hasn't totally fallen off its axis. I'm not going to lie- once in a while I like to have my ego stroked like this. I find it especially necessary after being around a certain someone who thinks of me more or less as a walking venereal disease.
    Stroke away, ladies, stroke away...
    Jordan rolls her eyes before elbowing the shapely brunette next to her.
    "Ow!" But the girl doesn't take her deep blue eyes off me. "Hi, I'm Lindsey." She gulps before adding in a rush of words, “We were actually in the same kindergarten class together."
    "Oh," Raising my brows, I silently wrack my brain. Nope, I don't remember that but I'm going to act like I do because chicks really hate it when you don't remember every single insignificant interaction you've ever had with them.
    Yep, I'm definitely a guy who learns from past mistakes.
    If I were ever so inclined, I could write a how-to manual regarding the opposite sex. It would be called something like- Chicks, can't live with them but we'd all be sexually frustrated without them . Yeah, I'm working on shortening that up. But Max should definitely read it. He needs all the help he can get. In fact, I'd write a special book just for him entitled- How not to have girls come to blows about who gets stuck taking you