Fantasy Boyfriend #2 (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) by Vanessa Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

both had good things going for them, despite my
annoyance at Luke's behavior after our first date. Like Greg, Luke had taken
the lead, so I guessed that I could consider that Greg was an alpha male, too.
Another check, so actually he was only two behind Luke. Luke had also been an
alpha male, and did have tattoos, was a womanizer, and great in bed, or on
tables, or in the woods. I had no idea whether Greg was a womanizer or whether
he was good in bed, but the checkmark that he did have over Luke was that he
played a sport. Then again, how much did I really know about Luke? He could
have played a sport, for all I knew – something unique, like lacrosse, maybe. I
would never know now.
    I tried to keep my attention focused on Greg and what
he was saying, smiling at all the right times and making appropriate comments
as he told me about his life back in Texas. When he asked about me, I felt an
affinity with him and his small-town upbringing and the rustic environments
that we both shared. At the same time, I felt a little bored. I had to admit
that I was having a pleasant enough time and the ribs were delicious. I didn't
feel at all self-conscious eating the ribs with my fingers, and Greg had been
right; I had been given a paper bib, and we both wore them, not taking
ourselves too seriously, which was another plus in his favor.
    But that's just it. I was having a pleasant enough
time, but it wasn't particularly stimulating. Luke and Greg were like night and
day, and while Greg was certainly more of a gentleman, I felt that with my date
with Luke, I had been an adventure. Perhaps that wasn't a fair comparison.
After all, I had never been on a motorcycle and I'd never eaten sushi. With
Greg, I did feel more comfortable because of the similarity in our backgrounds.
I smiled at him across the table, noticing he had a smear of barbeque sauce on
his chin. I brought his attention to and we both laughed as he lifted his napkin
to his chin and wiped it off. As I lifted my wine glass to take a last sip, I
glanced toward the bar area of the restaurant and nearly choked. There, at the
far end of the bar, sitting with yet another girl, was Luke!
    I coughed delicately into my napkin, my eyes wide with
shock. How had Luke found out I was eating here with Greg? Or was it just a
coincidence? No, I shook my head. There was no such thing as coincidences – at
least, not like this. This rib and steak place was not exactly the most well-known
in town and wasn’t even close to campus. No, somehow Luke had known that I
would be here. Maybe he’d been spying on me! I wasn’t sure how I felt about
that. That could be a good thing, but then again it could indicate something
less so and head into the realm of stalking. Again, I shook my head. I was
allowing my thoughts to run away with me.
    I suddenly had a wicked thought. Perhaps I could turn
the tables on Luke – big time. I don't know what possessed me, but I actually
thought it might be fun to make him even more jealous than I thought he already
was. After all, I had now seen him in the presence of several different women.
He was indeed a womanizer, no doubt about it. Well, like I had told myself
before, two could play this game.
    "Are you okay?" Greg asked.
    "I…I think I'd like to visit the restroom,"
I said, pretending to cough softly again into my napkin. "Would you excuse
me?" I was surprised when he actually half-stood as I left my chair.
Moments later, I was walking away from the table toward the end of the bar. As
it just so happened, the restrooms were located at that end of the restaurant.
As I strolled past the bar, I caught Luke’s eyes. His eyes widened in surprise,
and I thought maybe that perhaps it was indeed a coincidence that he attended appeared
here of all places tonight. Nevertheless, I offered him a little grin and then
ventured into the short hallway where the bathrooms were located. At the far
end of the hallway was a door with a lit up Exit sign over it. I