No Easy Choices (A New Adult Romance) by Trista Cade Read Free Book Online Page A

not like you had a streak going, Kennedy,’ I said with a laugh. Oddly enough, instead of pissing her off like I’d planned, my comment actually unfroze her a little bit. “So...do you wanna hear all about why I was so late?”
                  “Absolutely!” she squealed, racing over to my side of the room and throwing herself down on my bed. She practically bounced up and down while holding her lotioned arms in the air. The whole thing looked like she was trying to fly and not getting anywhere.
                  I gave Kennedy the complete rundown of my date with Javier, not skipping over the tasty parts. She clapped her hands, of course, when I got to the part about how he owns several priceless paintings, and practically fainted when I mentioned the granite countertops and giant bathroom. Her eyes got wide, though, at the good parts.
                  “Oh my gosh, would you really have gone into the bedroom with him?” she asked, partly intrigued and giddy, partly scandalized.
                  “Um, Kennedy? It wouldn’t have been my first rodeo, if you get my meaning. And the only thing that stopped me was knowing that if I went in that bedroom, I wouldn’t have come out for days. He’s absolutely perfect.” I sighed again, letting the stupid dreamy smile I’d worn since leaving Javier’s apartment crawl up my face again. “Plus, I’m apparently in enough trouble with the royal guard downstairs, I don’t think they’d take too kindly to me sneaking in the door covered in hickeys after a night of wild passion.”
                  “But, isn’t it...weird?” Kennedy asked quietly, cringing a little.
                  “What do you mean? Is what weird? Sex?” I must have looked confused, but Kennedy was positively mortified that I said the s-word. She shushed me and looked toward our bedroom door, like she expected the troops to barge in because we were talking about the forbidden subject.
                  “NO. Sheesh! I mean, isn’t it weird kissing someone who’s...you know...not from here.”
                  “Well, people in his country do have an extra tongue and six fingers on each hand. That was a little strange at first, but I got used to it,” I replied sarcastically.
                  “Don’t be silly, you know what I mean!” she insisted. “I mean, he’s just not like us.”
                  “What? Human? ‘Cause he’s totally human. Trust me,” I said, opening my eyes wide for emphasis, “he’s completely, one hundred percent, grade A human.” I licked my lips to get my point across.
                  “Ewwww, don’t gross me out,” she said, shoving me playfully. “I don’t need to hear the gory details of your sordid love affair. Speaking of love affairs...are you going to see him again?” Kennedy dropped her voice to almost a whisper, looking back at our door briefly to see if anyone had come up behind her.
                  “I plan on it,” I said at full volume, not caring who may have been lurking outside of closed doors, eavesdropping. “He was very nice. We’ll just wait and see.”
     
    Chapter Nine
                 
    As it turns out, Javier won over ninety percent of my sorority the next evening with one bold move. He had three dozen roses delivered to the house for me, in half dozen increments delivered every thirty minutes starting from the time I got home from class. Finally, one last dozen showed up that were actually for our president, with a lovely note apologizing for bringing me home too late. I couldn’t be sure how Quinn took the gesture since she still wasn’t even looking in my direction, let alone talking to me.
                  The last batch of roses came personally delivered by Javier, who also had a picnic blanket draped over one awesomely toned arm. Seriously? What college guy owns a