Artful Love: A Short Summer Love Story (new adult/contemporary romance) (6 page)

“Don’t tell me there’s going to be another delay. That Kate is going to be the death of me.”

I lifted my brow. It was Ryan, and the other guy sounded like the beard from before. I pricked up my ears, dying to find out what they’d be saying behind my back.

“Sounds like she’s got you all riled up, bro.”

“Dave, you’d be pissed too if you had to do retake after retake.”

“I don’t get it, man. Normally you have the chicks eating out of your hand.”
 

“Hey, I’m not even going to try with this one. She’s so full of herself. Who does she think she is? Scarlett Johansson? I’m only playing the game on my terms, not anyone else’s.”

“Yeah? But I’d like to see anyone crack her. Ryan, my man, I don’t think even
you
can.”

“Come on, Dave, ‘course I can. I’ll have her purring like a kitten in no time. Wanna bet?”

“You’re on, bro. Fifty bucks if you can tame her.”

“It’s a bet. Not only will I get her in bed with me, but by the end of this shoot, she’ll have fallen in love with me, or I’ll owe you fifty.”
 

“How you gonna prove it?”

“She’s going to say the big three words.”

“I love you? Whoa, good luck, man. That’s the easiest fifty bucks I’ll ever make.”
 

Their ensuing laughter faded into the distance.
 

The whole time I had been listening intently, my fingertips white from gripping onto the door. A hot anger had been creeping through my veins until it turned into a searing rage that threatened to explode from every pore of my body. I slammed the door shut and crashed my back into it.

Ryan, the bastard! How dare he! Calling me full of myself, placing a bet at my expense, assuming I would yield to him like a smitten groupie. It had taken all my willpower to stop myself from stepping outside and setting those two scumbags straight. Maybe I should have; at least it would have made me feel better.
 

Still shaking with anger, I spun around and reached for the door handle. I’d confront him now and show him the pointy ends of my Manolos.
 

Or should I? Wait, I had a better idea, a much better idea…
 

Instead of showing him my cards, maybe I should play along with him. It was going to be hard, but I would have to flirt with him, be sweet to him, pretend I liked him, no—loved him. In the meantime, I’d never let him guess how I was laughing inside. I would let him think he’d succeeded in getting me to fall in love with him.
 

Then, when the smug jerk thought he’d won the bet, I would laugh right in his foolish pretty face, making him the joke of the set.
 

Yes, I was already looking forward to savoring the sweet taste of revenge.
 

End of preview.

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About the Author

Here are three facts about me:

1 - I love being a writer, but first and foremost, I love being a wife and mom, and taking care of our imaginary kittens.

2 - If I’m not in front of my laptop, working on my latest romance, you’ll find me in the kitchen whipping up sweet creations. I have yet to find a way to incorporate these in my stories.

3 - Reading great romance stories is my one of my favorite pastimes, but nothing beats the thrill of creating love on the page. As Benjamin Disraeli once wrote, “We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence and its only end.”

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Artful Love

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