Stirred by Nancy S Thompson Read Free Book Online Page B

Being a Wallflower is better than this crap.”
    I snorted. “How would you know? Have you read her book?” I tried to steal the card away, but Trinitee lifted it from my reach. “Give it back, Trin.”
    “Oh, we’re getting defensive, now, are we?”
    “ We aren’t getting anything. You , on the other hand, are annoying. Now give it back.” I held out my hand, trying to appear patient, but secretly bristling inside, and pissed-off because I didn’t understand why.
    “Just wait a sec. Let’s see what we have here first.” She slapped the card on the table between us, the heel of her hand holding it in place so I couldn’t slide it away. She poked a finger at it. “There’s no phone number here, but... Oooo, look at that. Ms. MacLaird’s on Twitter. Shall we have a looksee? We had fun last time, remember?”
    She didn’t bother to wait for my reply before sliding her smartphone over and opening up her Twitter app. A quick tap of her fingers brought up the desired account.
    “Here we go.” Trin took a moment to breeze through some of Eden’s tweets and pics. “A lot of self-promotion here, but…some real engagement, too,” she added with a raised brow. “And with a lot of men, it seems.” She peered at me, amused. “Dude, she’s got stalkers. That could be your way in.”
    I shook my head as I plucked the card from beneath her hand. “I don’t think so. Not this time.”
    “Why not?” she asked. “You obviously like this gir— I mean, woman ,” she emphasized.
    “Because last time we played this game with that guy you liked—the councilman—he threatened to call the cops. Remember?”
    She waved a dismissive hand. “He was just spouting off. Though he did send me a shitload of direct messages afterwards. That dude was a very naughty boy, lemme tell ya.”
    “Still,” I said with a shrug, “it’s risky, and I don’t wanna piss-off the wrong person. We’re almost finished with school. It’s not worth it. This woman’s got money. I could smell it on her.”
    “Maybe, but…I saw her, Sean, and she didn’t look the type to get pissed-off by a little gentlemanly attention. And by the way she looked at you, I’d say she was very interested. Maybe all she needs is a nudge in the right direction. If she’s not into you, well, at least you can say you gave it a shot. But you’ll never know unless you try. Even if it’s just a one-nighter like what’s-her-name…” Again, she snapped her fingers.
    “Natasha,” I finished.
    “Yeah, her. That was fun, right?”
    I nodded silently.
    “Though she wasn’t a real redhead,” Trin added. “You know, the carpet not matching the drapes and all that…”
    I raised a single brow and snickered. “You batting for both teams, now, Trin.”
    She shrugged and said, “Research,” all business-like, as if it meant nothing at all, which perplexed me and made me realize I still had a lot to learn about her. “So, this new chick, I think you should go for it. This is your chance. Follow her on Twitter, engage her, and voilà, you’re in. She’s yours. Isn’t that what you want?”
    “To be honest, after what she said in the men’s room, I doubt she’d engage.”
    “Yeah, maybe, but…how would she even know it was you? You don’t have any profile pics, and she doesn’t know your name, right? You didn’t introduce yourself…well, except for sliding your tongue down her throat, I’m sure.”
    “Trinitee,” I scolded on a sigh.
    “Just think about it, Sean. This is just like me and Councilman John. You could do what I did. Your gal’s a little older, so perhaps she’s a lonely housewife or something. Maybe that’s why she writes mommy porn or whatever you call that shit.” She pointed to the card in my hand. “You should buy her book, read some of it, follow her on Twitter, maybe RT some of her promo tweets. She’ll get familiar with your handle and probably follow you back since you’re pimping for her and all.”
    “Yeah?