Past Imperfect by Alison G. Bailey Read Free Book Online

wasn’t ready for it to be over. But time was running out. Spencer had already lost. He bet it would take him two weeks to get into Nicki’s pants. He was such an idiot. He’d pick these ridiculous time frames that even I couldn’t have met. He had been “seeing” her for over two months and still no action. I wasn’t sure why he didn’t cut her loose, he had already lost the bet. Maybe he felt like he had put so much time into her that it would pay off soon. He wouldn’t get the money, but he would get fucked. Jeremy and I were still in the running. He had bagged Beth in a month and a half, two weeks shy of his target. I had to get this done today or I would lose and I hadn’t lost one of these bets in a long time. I really wanted Amanda in my life and not just in my bed, but I knew she’d never be mine. Noah made that perfectly clear to me on many occasions. Plus, I saw the look in her eyes whenever he was around and I knew she would never shift it in my direction.
    We headed up to my room after mommy dearest showed up abruptly. I wasn’t sure of the real reason she came home early. I mean, the pool guy wasn’t scheduled to come today. I closed my door and walked up behind Amanda. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I placed a soft kiss on her cheek. God, she smelled great, like raspberries.
    “You know what,” I said, playfully.
    “What?”
    “I gotta girl in my room.”
    “Somehow I don’t think that is a rare occurrence,” she said.
    “I’ve never had a girl in my room, unless you count my mom and Miss Sally, and trust me, neither one of them have seen girl-dom in a long, long time.”
    She turned around in my arms, facing me. “Who’s Miss Sally?”
    “The maid. She comes a few times a week, but today is her day off.” I gave her a wink.
    Narrowing her beautiful teal-colored eyes, she asked suspiciously, “So, I’m really the first girl you’ve ever had in your room?”
    “The one and only.”
    “Why have I been granted this honor?”
    “Because, you’re special to me,” I said, smiling. It was the truth and now I was getting ready to do something she would never forgive me for.
    We had listened to music, I had checked my email several times, and we talked about our plans after graduation. I’d be attending Duke University for my undergrad as well as my law degree, just like dear old dad. I wasn’t thrilled about it, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Amanda sensed my lack of enthusiasm for my career path. She really looked as if she cared and was sorry I wasn’t happy.
    Beautiful, don’t act like you give a shit about me. I’m not worth it.
    I needed to get this over with. The guys would be here soon. I got up from my desk and walked to the dresser to empty my pockets, still stalling.
    “So you don’t sound like you really want to be a lawyer. What do you want to be?” she asked, nervously. Amanda and I didn’t do serious talks. I don’t know why she picked today of all days to start one. I didn’t need her caring about me. I had to break off this line of questioning.
    Spinning around, I held my hands up, palms facing out, and said, “A dancer!”
    She did a full-blown belly laugh. “You’re crazy.”
    “Damn straight, Beautiful. Crazy for the dance.” I gyrated my hips as I walked toward her. “I got the music in me and it’s gotsta get out!”
    I grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly peeled it off, tossing it to the side. She was laughing, but I could see in her eyes that she really liked what she saw.
    I continued to gyrate all the way to the foot of the bed. Leaning over, I grabbed her ankles, pulling her down toward me. Crawling up the bed and over her body, I hovered just above her, my hands on either side of her head. I leaned toward her slightly and asked in all seriousness, “Why are you laughing at my dream?”
    “I’m not laughing at your dream. It’s a very nice dream. I just never pictured you as Lord of the Dance,” she said, trying hard not to