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

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    Juliette: That was my first NFL game – lots of fun – need to do it again.
    If I get this job I just might be taking you.
    Me: My buddies didn’t believe me when I said you were the woman in California I’ve been texting.
    Juliette: I had no idea Cassie and I were on national TV. I couldn’t understand how everyone knew I went to the game.
    Texting with Mariana was easy—shit like, “ have a good day, ” or “ Charm crazy patient, ” or “ I’ll be in OR 5 until 3 .” Reading over our texts I see they’re rather lame, I’m not even sure what to write; though this girl is hot and I’m assuming single. If I don’t work on keeping something going, someone else is going steal my game.
    I’m about to send her my good morning message when I realize that last night she sent me a picture of her ass. It’s not a selfie, but it is a great ass shot. Did one of her friends do this as a prank? Whatever, this gives me an idea. Yeah, I’m not about to send a dick shot, I still don’t get what’s with that. Instead, I stand in front of the mirror and take a selfie of my tattoo. After cropping it, I think, this is fun, a lot better than trying to think of what next to say. Our texts continue on, with interesting G-rated selfies. She sends me a picture of her lips puckered up for a kiss, so I send her a picture of my back flexed. Finally, I get a call back from the practice in Palo Alto.
    As soon as I have a plane reservation, I set up a date with Juliette.
     

Chapter 15 – Wine Tasting
     
    Driving out of SFO, I use my phone app to navigate over to Juliette’s place. I’m excited to see her. That low cut red shirt with her boobs in full display is seared in my mind. Is her skin as luminescent as I remember; is she as spunky? I know she’s hot. Finally, I arrive at a tree lined residential street. With a deep breath to manage my energy, I ring the doorbell.
        She opens the door and with a sweet friendly smile says, “Hey.”
    She’s prettier than I remember, wearing running pants and a matching top. I think Lycra is my favorite material as I coolly reply, “Hey.”
    She invites me in.
    As she grabs her phone and purse she asks, “Do you want to drive or do you want me to drive?”
    Years of living with Mariana compels me to skeptically ask, “Do you know where we’re going?”
    She looks taken aback as she answers, “Yes, I hope so. It’s not too far from here.”
    Shit, I didn’t mean to offend her, though explaining myself would be worse than just letting my comment ride.
    Pointing through the open door towards the hills she continues, “It’s just at the top of the mountain.”
    Reaching over, I pick up the bag of food she’s prepared. “I’ll drive,” I tell her. Our conversation is stilted, I was hoping with the texting our first date would be easier. Searching for something to say I ask, “Do you do this often?” This sounds weird, as I clarify, “hike and wine taste that is.”
    She pauses before answering, “Surprisingly, not that often.” Then she pauses again as she wistfully continues, “It’s a great way to spend the day, but I guess living here I get busy with life.”
    We talk about school and why I’m in town as we drive down the road.
    Juliette abruptly changes the direction of our conversation. “We’re getting close to the street we want to take. It’s up there on the right. I should warn you, it’s all up hill with hairpin turns, the road is narrow, and there’re a lot of cyclists.”
    I flash her a quick look before saying, “Wait, you’re taking me on a steep, narrow, twisting road with cyclists, to go wine tasting?”
    She chuckles, then says, “Yeah, kind of an oxymoron.”
    Oxymoron? Cyclists and wine tasting are not really compatible activities, I think, and then catch myself saying out loud, “I don’t think that’s the correct word.”
    “What would you call it?” she questions.
    The only word that comes to my mind is,