They were really not close friends, they were more of neighbors. Amelia uses the up-and –coming Todd as her model in her photo-shoots. But one circumstances brought them closer together, and who knew that this two lost, ambitious, determined souls were perfect for each other.
He offered her help when she needed it the most, only he had some conditions. The only thing that Todd wanted his whole life was to succeed, but at every turn, someone was blocking it. He just needed a few moments: minutes, hours or days for his dreams to come true. And he needed her help.
Amelia is a talented photographer, waiting for her big break. She has the talent, and the skills – she just needed luck and one big break for her to showcase her talent.
Their dreams are about to come true, and their careers are about to see a brighter future. But their friendship is evolving. They have only one thing in their mind, and it was success: until they saw each other differently, as more than friends.
Would they allow their ambition to affect what they have?
Love comes unexpectedly. What I love about this book is the fact that it wasn’t insta-love. They started as strangers, as neighbors, as friends until they finally took that brave leap into becoming something more. We saw them falling in love and reached for their dreams until it was finally becoming a reality. It was a big risk that they took, but fate had the perfect timing when it intervened, because soon everything was falling into their proper place.
It was a short, fun and romantic read.
RATING: 4 STARS
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“Yeah. I was thinking…since he’s definitely into you—”
Her head springs my way. “You think he’s into me?” she interrupts. Her eyes open wide in surprise.
Now, she’s perked up.
A small smile creeps up the corners of her mouth, and she shakes her head in disbelief.“I think he was just being a nice boss.” She focuses down and I wonder what’s going on in that head of hers. I sensed her low self-esteem a few times, but she usually smiles through it—at least in front of me.
“Trust me, Noodle. He’s interested.”
“So, I was thinking that you could keep him distracted and get him to go out—at least, out of the kitchen.”
“What?” She stops, and hurt fills her eyes before confusion sets in. “You trying to whore me out or something?”
Shit. I should have led into that easier. Slower, for sure.
A deep chuckle pours out of me. “No.” I attempt to calm my humor down. “I’m not asking you to screw him. Just flirt a little. Keep him out of the kitchen. You might even like him.”
“Is this a stipulation of you getting me the job?” She crosses her arms over her chest and juts out her hip.
She’s oddly cute when she’s mad and damn—those tits.
“No. I already got you the job. I was thinking this would be more of a thank-you gesture.” My shoulders lift.
She inhales a deep breath. “How about just the ‘nightcap’?” She puts nightcap in air quotes.
“I’ll buy the nightcap. Just put yourself out there, and see if he bites.”
This might be getting worse instead of better.
“Seriously, Todd, you are demented.”
She shakes her head and steadily proceeds toward the subway.
I jog to catch up to her. “Hold up.”
I grip her arm, but she yanks it out of my grasp.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I want to find investors for my own place. He’s always there, never letting me showcase any of my dishes. I’ve tried to go through the chain, asking him to let me create a special here or there, but he’s refused me every time.” I hold her vision with mine until the corners of her lips turn. “Forget I asked.” My shoulders deflate as I realize it was a dick move. I’ve officially lost it. My desperation is definitely clouding my judgment.
I stop. A warm feeling spurs in my stomach from her ability to forgive me so easily.I follow her to the top of the subway stairs.
“I saw how he was looking at you in the kitchen, and I just thought it could be good for both of us.”
She giggles and shoves me. “So, you thought, ’yeah, I’ll whore Lia out’.”
“Actually, I thought, ‘I’ll whore Noodle out’.”
Her hand reaches out to shove me again, but I grab ahold of it and pull her in to me. A strawberry scent floats from her hair. This is the first time I’ve hugged her, and from her limp arms, I’m thinking I’ve made another dumbass move by initiating contact.
She laughs into my sweatshirt and steps back. “You’re a rare duck, you know that?” She jogs down the subway steps.
“More like a lone duck,” I mumble behind her.