Cousins In Love: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 3) by Lisa Lang Blakeney Read Free Book Online Page A

talk up her attributes, Sloan and her very large personality have not grown favorably upon my boyfriend. It's no secret that she isn't his favorite person. I think he believes she's a "bad influence" and simply tolerates her for my sake.
    "Okay let's do it," I say.
    I agree partly because I think it's a good idea and partly to shut her up. I just want to sleep this hangover off.
    "Friday nights?"
    Fridays? Oh boy, he's definitely going to hate this idea.
    "What?" She notices my hesitance. "Are Fridays going to be a problem with the Dark Knight?" she asks with one hand on her hip. "Even Batman takes a night off."
    "Oh would you stop it already."  
    I don't really want to give Sloan any more ammunition to talk negatively about Roman than she already does. Some days it's funny, but on other days it makes me uncomfortable.
    "I mean Fridays are the best party nights in the city. Plus it's the easiest way I can get some of the guys from work to pay for a round of drinks, so it doesn't have to come out of our pockets all night. The whole office goes out Friday nights."
    "You sure are cheap for someone who just got a raise."
    "I don't care if I become a billionaire. A lady should have her drinks paid for by a gentleman. That's just how shit is supposed go down. My daddy taught me that a man who won't at least pay for a round isn't worth a second glance."
    "Earth To Sloan. Your daddy is a millionaire. Of course he'd say that."
    "He wasn't always a millionaire, and I know for a fact that–"
    "Oh my God. I'm going to vomit in your bed if you don't shut up now. Fridays are fine, okay?"
    Sloan sits on the edge of the bed while drying her mouth with a fresh towel.
    "Good."
      She stops what she's doing and begins to glare at the screen of her phone with a perplexed look on her face.
    "What is it now?" I ask.
    "I'm not trying to sound like I'm full of myself, but this is the third guy in about six weeks to basically blow me off. I mean ... I'm no hot model chick, but I've got a halfway decent ass and an amazing pair of tits, so I just can't believe that not one of these dudes is even remotely interested in seeing what I'm like in bed."
    "You're right, that's not egotistical at all," I say sarcastically as I pull Sloan's feather down comforter back over my head. "Gosh, it's so bright in here. Can you please close the shades?"
    "I mean look at this text." She shoves her cell phone under the covers ignoring my obvious pain.
    "Sloan, please," I whine. "That screen is like a sunbeam. You could at least turn down the brightness level."
    "All right, lightweight." She adjusts the settings. "Here." Then she shoves the phone back under the comforter.
    215-555-7982: Hey I can't make it tonight. I'll call u when my schedule clears.
    "That's all he said?" I ask.
    "That's it, and I'm absolutely confused as all hell. Me and this guy had some serious chemistry percolating. Tall, built, tax attorney, and twenty-nine years old. He's perfect on paper and even hotter in person. We would make beautiful golden babies in an alternate universe where I cared about shit like that."
    I hand Sloan the phone back and she tosses it in the center of the bed. "Well I guess he wasn't as perfect as you thought. Maybe your radar is off."
    "Maybe you're right. Hell, maybe he's gay. I don't know what the hell is going on. Maybe I just need to chill out for a minute, and stop looking so hard for Mr. Right."
    "Mr. Right?"
    "You know what I mean. Mr. Right In Bed."
    "Ahh, yes. Good idea," I mumble, curling back in my fetal position. Hoping she's finally done talking.  
    I can't deal with one of Sloan's pity parties right now, because that means she's going to talk me to death, when all I want to do is sleep off this throbbing pain in my head. Maybe I can manage to listen to her grumblings after some breakfast, a couple of those Motrin I never took, and a hot shower ... in like five hours.

    I fall in and out of sleep for what seems like an eternity, but really only ends up