Unobtainable by Jennifer Rose Read Free Book Online Page B

brothers were homophobic dicks, but I had to wonder with the way they were acting towards me and this fucked up mess with my grandfather’s Will.
    As ridiculous as it sounded, I joined a matchmaking site on the internet, one of those I’m a desperate loser sites. I left only my prominent details, who I was, didn’t give away too much. In the get to know me better section, I wrote ‘Marry me on July 18th’. I was pathetic. Obviously there were no takers, I couldn’t even muster the effort to laugh at myself.
    Anyway, I looked at my watch and grinned happily. It was five on the dot. I set my computer to save and waited while it performed its magic. I changed out of my suit into a pair of comfortable jeans, a polo shirt and snatched my Harley Davidson jacket from the back of the door. A total coincidence that my favorite leather jacket had a Harley logo across the back.
    I walked out to our reception area discovering the place was barren, I was left as usual to secure everything and lock up for the night, what would they do without me? Maybe they’d find out sooner than later if I didn’t find a willing victim. I had quite the dilemma to deal with, caught between a rock and a hard place, desperation being my new middle name. Perhaps it fit better as my new first name, I laughed at myself, Desperate Dyson Michaels, yeah that worked.
    I shook away my thoughts, zipped up my jacket and tucked my hands into my pockets as I walked the few blocks alone. There was a definite nip in the air.
    Chances was packed, as usual, being as it was a Friday night. With barely enough room to breathe let alone a seat to sit on, I crushed through the crowd. Although it was like crushing my way through a can of sardines, one person stood out and caught my eye as I stared straight ahead, Harley.
    The man knew how to dress. He was still in his dark gray suit with a flashy baby blue Giorgio Armani tie hanging loose around his neck. He was the only man I knew who could get away with wearing a signature tie and not be placed in the category of superficial snob.
    He flashed me an award winning smile and waved his hand in the air, just as I was shoved to the side like one of the herd going to slaughter. The more I tried to resist the farther away I was swallowed up into the crowd, until I finally relinquished and sat in the farthest corner booth, accepting an offered mug of beer from a pitcher Clair and her friends were sharing. Clair was our receptionist and my very good friend. On many occasions Clair and I hung out together, went to see movies and frequented the casino quite a bit. When we were both lonely, we were each other’s go to.
    We had a pleasant conversation as I slugged back more beer than I should have on an empty stomach, and Clair told me how she was spending her holidays in Fiji with her new boyfriend. We had trailed bars together, on our mission to find Clair Bear the perfect man. Apparently, from the way she was talking, she had found him all on her own.
    As I listened to her rant on about this new beau practically falling into her lap, I couldn’t help being a tad jealous, men didn’t fall so easily into my lap and the ones that did usually ended up being real winners with one thing on their minds. Hell, I hadn’t been looking for long term commitment, but it would have been nice to speak a full sentence before they dove right in with the request to step into a quiet corner somewhere for a quick one off. I was beginning to feel like a neon sign was blinking loser over my head the longer I listened to Clair drone on.
    I decided before I ended up completely toasted and unable to remember my own name, that I was going to find the nearest exit and go home, my chances of getting anywhere close to Harley were slim to none. Maybe I could find a few more dating sites and since I was glowing and had a belly full of liquid courage burning in me, I’d bravely ask for something I really wanted, someone to love me, even if for a few short