Dangerous Curves Ahead 2 (Cowboy / BBW Erotic Romance) by Arabella Quinn

 
     
    Dangerous Curves Ahead 2
     
     
     
    Men like Jake
didn’t date women like me. He was handsome beyond imagine and he just oozed
self-confidence. I had guarded my heart for years and still, one moment of
weakness- one moment of hope- had led to this soul crushing
heartache.
     
    ~~~ 
     
    Jenna stood at the door to Krista's
apartment and rang the doorbell for the third time. She still felt guilty about
ditching her friend the night before at the bar, but it had been for Krista's
own good. Without a firm push in the right direction, Krista would have given
up without even trying. But she hadn't answered her phone all morning; so
finally, Jenna had decided to make the ten-minute trek over to her friend's
apartment to make sure she wasn't too angry with her and Sarah.
    She knocked loudly on the door.
"C'mon Krista, open up. I'm not going anywhere until I talk to you."
    The door swung open. Krista beckoned her
in. "Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower. I must not have heard
the bell."
    Jenna's eyes narrowed as she followed
Krista into the kitchen. "Your eyes are puffy."
    She saw the slight frown on Krista's face
before her friend turned away. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
    Jenna sat on the barstool at the counter.
"No thanks. I've already had breakfast and ran my five miles. So, whatever
happened with that hunky cowboy from last night?"
    Uh-oh. She could see the look of anger
burning in Krista's eyes. "You mean, Jake ?"
    This didn't sound good. Krista's words
had come out in a sarcastic sneer. "Yeah, I guess. What happened? The last
that Sarah and I saw of you two, you were lip-locked on the dance floor. You
made quite a hot scene together. I thought someone was going to have to break
out a fire extinguisher and hose you two down."
    "Well, after you guys ditched me, I was forced to bum a ride home off him." Krista poured herself a cup
of coffee and began adding sugar to it.
    Jenna prompted, "And?"
    Krista arched an eyebrow and then looked
downward. "And, that's it. He left. I won't be seeing him again." She
raised her coffee mug to her mouth to take a sip, but Jenna distinctly heard
her mutter, "Thank God."
    She was clearly not getting the whole
story. "Wait a minute. What did Jake say or do that got you so riled up?
Was he an asshole to you?"
    Krista seemed defensive. "He just
drove me home and that's the last of him. Can we just drop it now?"
    Jenna put her hands up in surrender.
"Sure. No problem."
    A single tear streaked down Krista's
cheek before she quickly turned away and angrily swatted at it with her hand.
    "Whoa, Krista. What's going on? Are
you upset that you're not going to see him again?" Something was wrong and
Jenna wouldn't rest until she figured it out.
    Krista was much too forceful with her
reply. "No! I never want to see that liar again!"
    They stared at each other for a few moments,
Krista obviously regretting her outburst. Jenna was concerned. "Krista,
I'm your best friend. Tell me what's going on. Please."
    A few moments of silence lingered before
Krista answered. “I let down my guard with him and I got burned. Well, I certainly
learned my lesson and I’ll never let it happen again.” Krista’s eyes blazed
with a fiery anger.
    Jenna felt sympathy for her friend who
was obviously in pain. “You have to take chances in life every once in a while
or you’re not really living. Sometimes you lose, but you’ll never know if you
don’t try. Tell me, what exactly happened that was so awful?”
    Krista started wiping at imaginary crumbs
on the counter as she talked. “He drove me back here and we really hit it off. We
had great chemistry. I ended up having sex with him. Which I never would
have done without all the needling you guys gave me last night.”
     
    Jenna saw the accusation in her friend’s
eyes. “Krista, there's nothing wrong with having sex with a man you’re
attracted to. You've got to let all that sex guilt go. You're both responsible,
consenting adults. There’s