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

my mind somehow and I mean it,
Jenna, I never want to hear his name again. Whatever the hell it actually is.”
Krista picked up the cowboy hat and dumped it unceremoniously back into the
garbage can.
     
    ****
     
    Still no
call. Jake was surprised that he was so anxious for her phone
call. They barely knew each other. He had to at least admit to himself that he had been looking for some mindless sex to drown his sorrows. Her accusations were absolutely
correct. But spending time with her had been enjoyable. And the sex had been…
well, sexy. Not cold and mechanical. Her body had responded to his every touch,
and what a fantastic body it had been. Just thinking about it now made his
groin ache with renewed need.
    When he had
blurted out that stupid comment about no man being able to give her an orgasm,
he saw the absolute shock and humiliation wash over her face. God, if he
could only take that back. He could understand how upset she was, but if
she would just let him explain, he was sure he could convince Krista to give
him another chance.
    But she
wasn’t calling. She must have been really hurt and that didn’t sit well with
him at all. He had never intended to hurt her. Even the expensive flowers,
which almost always worked to patch things up with other women he knew in the
past, didn’t seem to do the trick. Krista wasn’t impressed by money or gifts.
She was more impressed by a person’s character. And he had blown it .
    What would
he do if she didn’t call? He wasn’t a man to sit idly by and wait for someone
to act. He liked to take things into his own hands. But he didn’t know her
phone number; hell, he didn’t even know her last name. He could show up on her
doorstep, but that seemed too much like stalker behavior. He could hang around
at the bar and see if she ever dropped in again, but that just seemed pathetic.
    No, if she
didn’t call him, it was her decision. He would just move on and find another
woman. But she had shown him one thing; he would look for a more sincere and
genuine woman- like her, not the cold and calculating trophy wife types that
seemed to move in his social circles. And of course, one that had a luscious
body, with curves that could bring a man to his knees, just like Krista’s.
    Jake groaned
with frustration. Giving up was not in his nature, especially with someone who
turned him on as much as Krista. The chemistry between them was unmistakable. He
would find a way.
    When his
cell phone rang thirty minutes later, he didn’t get overly excited until he saw
the unknown phone number register on the screen. Could it be her?
    He smiled to
himself when he felt the butterflies flitting in his stomach. “Hello?”
    He couldn’t
believe the bitter disappointment he felt when he heard the voice. It wasn’t
Krista. “Hello. May I speak with Neil, please?”
    He sighed,
“No, I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number.”
    The woman
read out his phone number. “Is that the number I called?”
    Jake sank
onto his couch. “Yes, that’s correct, but there’s no Neil here.”
    “But, that’s
the number he gave me. Who are you?” She sounded suspicious.
    The phone
call was getting tedious, but he felt a little pity for the woman who was
probably tricked by some guy giving out a fake number, so he didn’t hang up
right away. “I’m Jake. Look, I’m sorry-
    The woman
interrupted. “Jake! So that is your real name. Krista said your name was
Neil.”
    Now the
crazy woman had his full attention. “Krista? You know Krista?”
    “Yes, I’m
her friend, Jenna. The one who was sitting next to her in the booth.”
    Jake vaguely
remembered her. He grinned as her recalled that he had spent most of the time
staring at Krista’s chest. “Yeah, I remember. So, she had her friend call me? I
guess I really blew it, huh?”
    “Yeah, you
did. And she doesn’t know I’m calling you. She would kill me.” Jenna suddenly
sounded cautious again. “Are you sure your name isn’t Neil?”
    He