Sure Thing by Jana Aston

Sure Thing by Jana Aston

Author:Jana Aston [Aston, Jana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rutherford Press
Published: 2017-10-09T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Violet

I hang up with Daisy and jump into the shower because if I’m going on a date I might as well primp. I think about what Daisy said as I towel-dry. She’s got some valid points. I’ve planned my entire life and where did it get me? Heartbroken and homeless, that’s where.

Meanwhile Daisy flies by the seat of her pants and always manages to land on her feet. More than land on her feet, really. She’s totally got her shit together. Dumping her job on me to meet up with some guy for a hate-fuck not withstanding.

The call today with the recruiter was a total bust—I’d been hoping she was calling with an opportunity. Turns out she was only calling to check if I’m certified in Revit. I’m not. My experience is entirely with AutoCAD design, which is fine because Revit is for dweebs who do nothing but yell at people when they use the wrong title block.

But it sucked getting my hopes up. For the hour or so until I was able to call the recruiter back hope swirled around in my stomach—hope that this could be the lead I’ve been waiting for. I even had a little fantasy that the job would require overseas trips to London and Jennings would invite me over to his place and we’d order takeout and have sex. Obviously that was a really specific and unlikely fantasy but fantasies are by definition improbable.

I pull the navy dress out of my suitcase because Daisy’s right about that too. It’s a great dress and it looks fantastic on Daisy, which by default means it’s going to look fantastic on me. One of the biggest benefits of being a twin is having a built-in fit model.

I am sort of surprised she lent it to me though, it’s one of her favorites. She packed a lot of great outfits for me this week, which was sweet of her. It’s not that I don’t have clothes of my own, it’s just that my wardrobe leans towards professional, whereas hers leans towards Pinterest board goals.

But it was nice of her because in sisterhood nothing says ‘I love you’ quite like lending your favorite dress.

I blow-dry my hair and use a wide-barreled curling iron to add a few casual tousled waves, the kind of casual that you put a lot of effort into. I keep my eye on the clock as I get ready because Jennings is picking me up. I told him I’d meet him in the lobby and he insisted that on a proper first date he’d pick me up at the door.

I told him that on a real first date I’d never let him pick me up at the door because he could be a serial killer. Or possibly just an annoying asshole who I wouldn’t want having my address. Or maybe the date would be so painfully bad that I’d have to bail early by secretly texting a friend to call me with a fake emergency and then I’d need my own car to get the hell out of there.



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