The Great Pick Up Line
Welcome Tijan as they share their Great Pick Up Line from Cole.
Take it away Tijan!
God. Those eyes. They never left my face and the longer they watched me, the more I felt I was losing some form of challenge. My will power. His intentions for after the date. I didn’t know what the contest was, but it was between us and I knew there’d be a small chance I could withstand it.
We didn’t talk. Minutes passed and we gazed at each other. The pull between us was crazy, and the longer I held his gaze, the faster my heart sped up. I reached for my napkin blindly and pulled it into my lap. My hand fisted it into a ball and I held onto that so I wouldn’t do anything else. I had no idea what, but… it was useless.
I was going to sleep with him.
The understanding dawned on me, spreading through me. Seeing it, he knew right away. “Would you like to leave?” His eyes darkened in stark hunger and he leaned forward.
Okay. There it was. We were going to talk about it. “And do it in the car?”
“I was hoping for your place.”
A dry laugh ripped from me. “I don’t do this.”
His eyebrow moved up again. “Seems like you’re going to.”
“No. You don’t understand.” I gestured between us. “You and me. I am not used to this sort of thing.”
“One night stands or casual sex?”
A second laugh came up. “You’re already labeling it that way.”
“Well.” He looked around, but no one was near us. His hand lifted. I didn’t look. I didn’t know what he was gesturing for and I didn’t care. He was right. We were two minutes from walking right back outside, and I wasn’t going to regret it. I couldn’t. This power, whatever he had on me, it was making me do things I would never do in my life. But this past year—I didn’t care. The pain. The sadness. The loneliness. I wanted it wiped out, for just one night. One goddamn night. He continued, his voice dipping low, “We’ve just met. There’s a lot we don’t know about each other.”
“You know where I live. Do you live there too?”
His eyes grew hooded. “There are things about my life that you don’t know. I’d like to share, but I’m in a position where I can’t. Not until I trust you.”
“You can’t tell me where you live?”
“You’re unbelievable. You want to have sex with me, but you won’t tell me where you live.”
“I’m close to Dorian.” His hand rested on the table between us. It curled into a fist and his jaw clenched. “That’s all I can tell you right now, but I want to.” He leaned forward. His hand stayed there, still balled up. “I really do want to.”
“You have a job that you can’t tell me about. You live somewhere that you can’t tell me about, but you can tell me that you’re friends with my building manager. What am I supposed to do with that?”
“I was hoping you’d give me time. I can tell you, I just can’t do it now.”
A month ago and I would’ve laughed in his face. Hell, two weeks ago and I would’ve laughed in his face, but it wasn’t two weeks ago. I had endured an entire week of wanting to see him, be around him, but had been too scared. Tonight was different. Sia stood me up. I couldn’t blame her. She had a life. She was out there. She was living it and I hadn’t been. I was holed up in my house, then my floor. I’d been healing. Thirteen months, and one meeting with this man set my world ablaze.
I already knew what I was going to do, and I couldn’t believe it. I was smart. I was educated. One-night stands weren’t me, but looking back at him, I was fast losing my rational thinking. My body was demanding an answer. It made up its own mind.
I couldn’t believe this.
My pulse was pounding in my eardrum.
He was waiting for my answer.
I sighed, then nodded. “Yes.”[/quote]
Cole by Tijan
I shouldn’t have remembered him.
He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.
But I could feel him.
The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.
The second time was different.
He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.
That was just the beginning.
He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing Fallen Crest Six (untitled) along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.
To find what to read next of hers, go to www.tijansbooks.com
WALLSTREET JOURNAL, NEW YORK TIMES, AND USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
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