Unbreak Me (32 page)
“I understand, but maybe you’d consider having dinner with me sometime?”
I looked around the room.
Am I the only one hearing those whistles?
“Did you hear that?” I asked. His only answer was another little grin.
At least he’s finding me amusing.
I stalled again, trying to recover some of my composure. “I don’t know. I don’t even know your name. You might be anybody.”
“Tyler Bennedict, and I’m not anybody. I’m just a guy asking you out to dinner. Will you have dinner with me on Saturday night?”
“Carrie, are you coming?” Allie’s less than patient voice reminded me this was a job, not a place to pick up men.
“Right, Allie. Yes, I’m coming.” I turned back to Tyler as levelheaded Carrie tried to convince in-lust Carrie to refuse flat out. Save herself the heartache. But the word “no” just would not come out of my mouth.
“I’ll meet you at Sedona’s at eight on Saturday night.” Tyler promptly dismissed both Carries’ arguments.
“But you don’t know who I am either.”
Tyler Bennedict turned back to me one more time and grinned. I didn’t care who he was at that point. I was in lust and I wanted to kick myself. This was the last place I needed to be right now. Since David, I’d promised myself to focus more on the business and put aside my personal life—aka sex—for the time being.
“Don’t worry. I’ll find out all about you on Saturday.”
The rest of the evening went by in a mindless blur of activity. Nothing penetrated my euphoric state, not even seeing Tyler, my date for Saturday night, chatting with a stunning redhead who was actually a guest and not the hired help. What did it matter? He’d asked
me
out. I mean, she could even be his sister, right? The fact that I was already making up excuses for him should have been my first clue of the trouble I was walking into—if I had actually been looking for clues.
By the time the party had ended, the cleanup finished and all the equipment safely stored away in my little rented shop on Thirty-Eighth Street, it was after three-thirty in the morning. Exhausted, I finally trudged up the steps to my fourth-floor corner apartment. You can probably imagine my surprise as I stood before my bathroom mirror to face my best tangy raspberry sauce plastered across my cheek. I’d added the sauce to the white chocolate cheesecake minutes before my run-in with Tyler.
My heart sank. Now I understood why someone as breathtaking as Tyler Bennedict would ask me out in the first place. It wasn’t as if he were interested in me. He just wanted to know what choice of food I would be wearing next.
About the Author
Julieanne Lynch is an author of YA and Adult genre urban fantasy, crime and contemporary romance books. Julieanne was born in Northern Ireland, but spent much of her early life in London, United Kingdom, until her family relocated back to their roots.
Julieanne lives in Northern Ireland, with her husband and five children, where she is a full-time author. She studied English Literature and Creative Writing at The Open University and considered journalism as a career path. Julieanne has several projects optioned for film.
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