Also by this author: Fling (Wrong, #2.5)
Trust (Wrong, #3) by Jana Aston
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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“Knock knock!”“Um… Who’s there?”
Yeah. That was me, on my last date. Before you feel sorry for me you should know that I was the one telling the jokes. Jokes as in plural, because I didn’t stop with just one. Of course not.
Hi, I’m Chloe Scott. The most awkward single girl in the city.But I’m going to get it together. I am.
I’m going to learn how to date like a grown up.I’m going to have an orgasm not given to myself. I’m going to fall in love and live happily ever after.
Right after I get out of this interrogation room.
Boyd’s cocky. And hot. And kinda nice, even though he’s cocky. I’d be a nervous wreck around him if I’d met him on a dating site. Not that we’re dating. I almost laugh at the idea. Definitely not a date, he doesn’t even have confidence that I can dress myself for our fake date. Whatever. But this car ride has been nice. Not as awkward as I thought it would be, and we’re making great time; it’s only taken us ninety minutes to reach the Lincoln Tunnel. I wonder, if Boyd got pulled over for speeding, would he flash his badge and get out of it?
As we enter the tunnel and the car is submerged in darkness I wonder what the heck he’s going to pick out for me to wear. It better not be too short, I think, giving him a quick glance. I bet he’s used to women in short sexy numbers. Maybe I can fake sexy for a night? Wait, this reminds me…
“Am I supposed to pretend it’s a real date next weekend? Or am I supposed to pretend I’m there as your friend?”
The tunnel whizzes past as he drives and even though the tunnel is lit, it’s much darker in the car than it was a few moments ago. He looks over at me, his face shadowed by the darkness, but I don’t miss the analytical look on his face.
“Are you anxious about a fake date?”
“No!” Maybe just a little. “I’m just, you know, clarifying, because you never said.”
“It’s a real fake date,” he says, looking a little annoyed.
“Real fake,” I repeat. “That is super confusing.”
“Just pretend you like me.”
“I don’t dislike you,” I offer helpfully. “You’re okay.”
He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and glances at me out of the side of his eye.
“What? I’m just agreeing that it won’t be horribly hard to pretend to like you.” He’s sort of confusing, this guy.
“Great,” he says as he slows the car as we exit the tunnel and roll up to a traffic light.
“Look, I’m sure you’re not used to women faking it with you, but this fake date was your idea, not mine.”
“You’re right. I’m not used to women faking it with me.” He smirks. He’s not even looking at me, his attention on the road ahead of him, so I think he’s smirking to himself. Asshole.
I need to remember to be careful with this girl. She’s so… unsure of herself. She seems self-reliant, yet there’s this undercurrent of doubt that I don’t yet understand.
She walks across the studio and pulls a denim jacket from a small closet and shrugs into it, then picks up her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “Are you ready?”
I nod and follow her out, watching as she locks the door then tugs on it to make sure it’s locked. We take the elevator down in silence then hit the sidewalk outside before she asks if we’re walking or driving.
“Driving,” I tell her, nodding to the parking spot I got in front of her building. I unlock the car and open the passenger door for her before walking around and getting behind the wheel.
“This is nice,” she says, glancing around the interior of my Range Rover. “This is more James Bond than FBI though,” she says, with a little wrinkle of her nose, her forehead creasing in concern.
“Are you disappointed?”
She shrugs. “It is a nice car,” she says as she buckles herself in and crosses her legs, resting her hands on her knees. “But I don’t think it’s government-issued.”
I laugh. “It’s not. Does that disappoint you?” I ask, starting the car and merging into traffic.
“I guess it’s okay.” Another shrug.
I take a right onto the Schuylkill and ask if she’s learned any new knock-knock jokes since I last saw her.
She turns her head and gives me a look. “Funny.”
“I’m genuinely curious,” I say. “You were killing it the other night.”
“No. But speaking of killing, did you know that at any given time, there are between twenty and fifty serial killers in the United States? Did you know that?” She turns in her seat to look at me, her eyes wide with interest.
“That’s quite the transition, from knock-knock jokes to serial killers,” I comment while turning on the ramp to the I-676.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She shakes her head. “I just thought it would be fewer.”
“Like ten. I thought it would be ten. Maybe fifteen.”
“One would think.” I nod. Not really. Who thinks about this shit?
I just loved this series. They were super fun and sweet. The books were not long but they packed a punch for what they were. There are 4 books in the series. I do recommend they be read in order but you would be ok if you didn’t.
Boyd was great and such the perfect guy for Chloe. I loved how patient he was with her. Chloe’s nervous tick, the joke telling, OMG that was adorable. They are not long books so I’m going to keep this review short and not give much detail.
I really think you should give these a go if they sound good to you. They are worth the time and so well done. I’m can’t wait to see what Jana puts out next.
Trust (book 3)
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