Nate (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 4) by Anita Claire Read Free Book Online Page A

bit of help.
    Me: Hopefully she will be soon, I’m currently interviewing for a position in Palo Alto
    About a week in, I get a departure from her G-rated flirty texts.
    Juliette: My roommate’s dating Luke Tomlin. She scored us tickets to today’s football game.
    WOW, now that’s unexpected. Who’d think a conservative girl like Juliette would be hanging out with pro-athletes. Did I read her wrong?
    I’m off on Sunday, after a double workout, the MMA studio in the morning then a hockey game in the early afternoon. I join my buddies at the local sports bar. The San Francisco team is in the game of the week. The weather in Santa Clara looks beautiful; Juliette is in for a good game. As they deliver my burger, I almost fall out of my seat. On TV, they flash to a gorgeous blond throwing kisses to Tomlin…and next to the hot blond is a women that looks just like Juliette. Picking up my phone I scroll to our conversation thread, she said her roommate’s dating Tomlin. That was not a figment of my imagination, that has to be Juliette on TV.
    As the game proceeds, I’m transfixed. Will they flash on that blond again, is it really Juliette she’s with? With that quick flash on the screen, Juliette looks hot, but in the couple of seconds it took me to register the face I’m not sure if it’s really her. After they win back the ball, they flash on Tomlin’s girlfriend again, Juliette is clearly in the frame, leaning with her elbows on her knees. She has a demure, sweet smile on her face. Although, I’m sure no one is looking at her face but me, since her tight low cut shirt provides a perfect cleavage shot, and she has an amazing rack. Is this the same women I met last week and have been texting? The women on TV looks like sex on a stick. One of my buddies, hits my arm, “Lombard, wipe the drool off your chin.”
    Shaking my head I point to the screen, “Last Sunday I met that women when I was visiting my sister. I’ve been texting her all week.”
    “The blond?” he asks with a face filled with shock and awe.
    “No, Juliette, the brunette,” I tell him with a smile. Damn, those soccer clothes definitely hid a hot little body.
    “Man, I’ve heard stories about you, but I thought it was all bull,” one of the other guys says.
    I’m now even more transfixed on the game, while I ponder, who is Juliette?
    Before halftime they flash on the blond and Juliette again. All the guys at my table start cheering. Juliette’s standing with her hands over her head and her hot, curvy body in full display in that tight top. Now I’m even more determined to have a date with her when I go back for the partner interview.
    In the second half. they flash on Juliette and her roommate three more times. They’re joking in the booth about how hot Tomlin’s girlfriend is. One of the broadcasters is totally smitten. Someone figures out she was in a beer commercial a few years ago. When I first got to Rochester the poster of the hot blond in a bikini was at the bar I frequented.
     
    In the morning, after spending a night fantasizing about Juliette in that top, I debate about what to text her, finally deciding on: Great football game, did you have fun?
    My phone beeps on my way to the ER.
    Juliette: It’s always fun when they win. Are you a fan?
    Usually I wait until the next day to respond, but her hot body in that red T-shirt plagued my dreams.
    Me: Buffalo’s my team—they’re not doing as well as your guys.
    Juliette: Buffalo?
    Me: That’s where I grew up.
    Juliette: There’s always next year…or you could cheer for a better team.
    Me: blasphemy!
    Juliette: So you pray every Sunday to the Buffalo team?
    Me: I pray every Sunday FOR the Buffalo team.
    By now I’m at the ER. My attending gives me a strange look, “You sure are in a good mood.” Shaking my head and unable to contain my silly smile, I turn off my phone, put it in my pocket, and scrub in.
    The next morning when I text Juliette, I see she’s responded to my last