Nerd Girl by Jemma Bell Read Free Book Online

in
all
of my fantasies. Holy shit, Derrick Walker is standing in front of me. Standing in front of me and I’m wearing clothes that should be considered underwear. I can’t make this shit up.
    ***Derrick***
    Today was the day I’d get to see Amy again. Layla and I plotted and planned all week for me to “bump” into her again at Galaxy. I would be working until 8:00 pm, giving the girls just enough time to complete the class they signed up for. Layla had mentioned something about Amy having little self-confidence and wanted a class that would help make her feel better about herself. Being a guy, I just tossed out the suggestion for a pole dancing class. I was half joking, but in reality, I’d love to see Amy’s body spinning around and sliding down a pole in a skimpy outfit. Of course, naked would be a hell of a lot better, but that’s not an option at the club. Layla sent me a text message when she was on her way to pick up Amy at 6:00.
    Layla:
Alright, lover boy, she has no idea where we’re going. I’ll get her in the same building as you and then you’re on your own. I don’t want to lose my best friend over this if you’re not worth it.
    I understand her anxiety where her friend is concerned. She has nothing to worry about. Amy has consumed my thoughts for days. I’ve had to put off Mitzi three nights in a row now and she’s starting to get pissed about it. Fuck that! Let her be pissed off. I want to see Amy, talk to her, stare into her stormy gray eyes and just enjoy some time with her.
    Derrick :
I get it, Layla, just get her there and I’ll do the rest. Thanks for your help. And, by the way, I am worth it!
    I finished up my session with Mr. Simms at 8:00. He looked ridiculously guilty when I questioned him about his diet and whether or not he fell off the wagon again. He claimed that there were just too many cookies hanging around the house and in order to get them out of sight he had to eat them. Hey, even I enjoy the occasional Tag-Along! I’ll cut him some slack this week because he’s supporting his daughter's Girl Scout Troop, but come next week, no pain no gain. I left the weight room just in time to see the ladies file out of the pole studio. I didn’t see Amy among them, but Layla was there.
    “Don’t tell me she didn’t come!” I’ve been waiting all week for this and she didn’t come.
    “Relax, sugar lips, she stayed behind in the class to practice for a few more minutes. She had a little trouble with a few moves and Cara offered her ten extra minutes by herself.”
    “Oh, ok. Did she enjoy the…class?” I blurt out, relieved that she’s here. I’ve spent the week trolling Layla’s Facebook pictures for a glimpse of this girl to see what she’s like as a person. Best guess is that she’s shy, lights up when she smiles, loves a ridiculous looking red dog, looks hot with or without her glasses, and is adorably clumsy.
    “She was shocked that this is where we ended up on a Friday night. She was dressed to go out, so if she’s willing, ask her to go for a drink with you or something.”
    “Yeah, that sounds good. Let me see how she reacts to seeing me again and we’ll go from there. Thanks for getting her within my grasp.”
    “Like I said before, you better be worth the risk! Tread cautiously, she’s very skittish and this might throw her for a loop. Good Luck, Romeo, I’ll check you guys out in a few.” Layla pats me on the back and continues to the locker room.
    I hear the music pumping from the speakers of the studio. I sneak up the hallway and peer into the studio through the glass wall. What I see makes me want to throw myself onto the floor, bowing down, just like in the movie
Wayne’s World
and thank the creators of women’s spandex. Tiny black shorts encase her fabulous ass and a hot pink sports bra covers a superb set of tits. She’s not overly tall, but her legs appear to go on for miles. Oh, baby what I would give to be that pole right now, have her legs