Guy is taking up all your time.
Sipping at her water she explained what she’d seen with Nathan and how she didn’t care. She’d never been in love with him.
Not like you’re in love with Guy.
Gritting her teeth, she smiled at her friends. “I was never in love with Nathan. He was a prick, but he kept me entertained. I didn’t even cry when I caught him cheating,” she said.
Dorothy had remained quiet since the talk started. “You’re in love with Guy Jensen.”
Her friend was not asking a question. There was a knowing look in her eyes.
Emily stayed silent staring at her friend.
“No, Emily, you can’t go falling in love with that man. Guy is a boy in a man’s body. He will hurt you far more than Nathan ever did,” Janet said, warning her.
“You’re all dating his friends. What’s to say he’s not like them?”
“It’s Guy Jensen. He goes through women faster than we do underwear.”
They were all silent as the waiter put their plates of food in front of them. Emily looked down at her chicken salad and lost her appetite. She wasn’t falling in love with Guy. She was in love with him.
Pitiful.
In her defense she felt the connection with him all the time they were together. She and Guy were close, and they clicked. Not one moment was boring between them.
“I’m going to meet his parents this weekend,” she said, blurting it out.
She watched her friends pause with food perched at their lips.
“Was that your suggestion or his?” Janet asked.
“His. Guy asked me to go to lunch with his parents. Is that normal? Does he ask every woman he screws to meet the folks?”
Her friends exchanged a look.
“No. He’s never done anything like that at all,” Dorothy said.
“Look, I know you’re all worried about me and I really appreciate your concern, but please have faith in me.” She took another sip of water. “Yes, I’ve got feelings for him. You would as well if you knew how amazing and talented he is. He’s sweet and kind, and he’s fantastic in bed. I’m not pushing him into anything.”
Dorothy reached over placing a hand on top of Emily’s. “Honey, we’re not worried about you or trusting you. If he turns into a prick and hurts you, then we’re going to pick your side. Our men are going to pick Guy’s side. This is going to have a big fallout, and I don’t want you hurt.”
Smiling, Emily tried to reassure her. “I’ll be fine, and I won’t risk your relationships. I intend to be a bridesmaid at your wedding, honey. I’m not going to ruin my chance.”
The tension around the table eased. Emily hadn’t realized how much was at stake with her and Guy. Maybe it really wasn’t worth it.
She didn’t know what was going to happen, but she was going to give it a shot.
Chapter Ten
“What are you intentions?” Frankie asked.
“You need to make sure everything is working,” Dale said.#p#分页标题#e#
For the last hour Guy had done nothing but listen to his friends moan. He’d never known them to be so concerned about the women he dated.
Emily is not just any woman.
“Are you going to offer some advice from where you’re sitting?” Guy asked, turning to face Wayne.
“No, I know your true feelings. It’s time you told them.”
Glaring at his friend he turned back to the other two, who were panicking. “I’m not going to fuck anything up. I’m in love with Emily.”
“Are you sure?” Dale asked, looking more nervous since he’d come out telling him the truth.
“Am I talking a different language? I’m in love with Emily. Nothing bad is going to happen. Your women are not going to hate you. I’m not going to fuck this up. We’re going to meet my parents today. You know my mother will love her, and my father will adore her.” He hoped his friends would stop doubting him as he had enough doubts himself and didn’t need them to drum it into them. Guy was in this for life. The last week he’d been making plans to get her to fall in love with him.
Every night he waited for her and spent the night with her. When morning came he made love to her before leaving. From the moment they’d stopped using condoms he’d been going bareback within her. She was the only woman he’d lost control with.
“Guy, you’re one of my best friends, but I know you. You fuck things up,” Frankie said.
“No, I’m not fucking this up. Yes, in the past I fucked everything up. I’ve not been a one man woman, but I’ve changed. Give me a chance.” He slammed the cup he’d been holding in the sink and stormed out of his room, going straight for his garage. Everything they said to him was not lies. He was scared of fucking this up, but he didn’t need them to constantly tell him what he did wrong. Guy didn’t wait to see if someone followed him out.