by Noelle Adams
Living with Her One-Night Stand
The Loft, Book One
Noelle Adams
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 by Noelle Adams. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Epilogue
Excerpt from Part-Time Husband
About Noelle Adams
Books by Noelle Adams
One
JILL ARMSTRONG GRABBED her bag and keys, closed the front door on her roommates arguing on the couch, and ran downstairs to Tea for Two, the tea shop just below her apartment in Blacksburg, Virginia.
She needed a cup of tea to give her courage for the evening. She was meeting a guy she’d met online, and she’d never done that before. She definitely needed some emotional sustenance in the form of a hot beverage.
The tea shop wasn’t crowded at seven on a Saturday evening, so she smiled at Carol Murphy, one of the co-owners of Tea for Two and the fiancée of Jill’s boss, and waited as Carol served an older couple their decaf and pastries.
When she stepped up to the counter, Carol said, “You look nice tonight. Do you have a date?”
Jill glanced down at her short, pleated skirt, high boots, and fitted polka-dot blouse, which she’d chosen because the outfit looked a little sexier than she normally wore. She usually dressed in what her friends described as geek-girl chic, and she had no clothes in her closet that looked traditionally stylish. She hadn’t even tried for that. If a guy didn’t like the way she dressed, then he wasn’t going to like her.
She’d come to that conclusion a long time ago.
“Y-yeah. Sort of. Just meeting him for the first time.”
“Ooh, did you meet him online?” Carol handed Jill the cup of cinnamon tea she’d ordered.
“Yeah. I figured I’d give it a try. It’s been more than a year since Ted dumped me. I’m more than ready to move on. I got a new job. Now it’s time for a new man.”
“Good for you,” Carol said with another smile. She had big gray eyes and the sympathetic, focused expression of someone who really listened and paid attention to other people. Jill liked her and didn’t feel the normal awkwardness she would have felt at interacting with her boss’s girlfriend.
Carol had actually helped Jill get her current job as a software developer at a small, successful IT company owned by Patrick Stevenson. Jill had been telecommuting with a large company in California, but they’d wanted to move all their staff in-house, so she’d had to either move or find a new job. She’d done her research, discovered Patrick’s company was located in Blacksburg, and heard nothing but good things about him and the work they did. Then she’d realized that the cute, quiet guy who was always hanging out in Tea for Two with Carol and her friends was Patrick himself, so she’d asked Carol about possible jobs and had ended up getting one of the new positions he’d created since the company was doing so well.
The whole thing had happened so quickly and easily that Jill could hardly believe it. She’d started her job three months ago, and she loved everything about it so far.
“You don’t look too excited about it,” Carol added when Jill hadn’t replied.
“Oh. Yeah. I’m a little nervous, I guess. It’s been a long time since I dated. I was with Ted for four years, and before him I never really dated much at all.”
“I felt the same way before I got together with Patrick. The idea of going out on a date was like a visit to the dentist for me. But I’m glad I made myself do it. I bet you will be too.”
Jill nodded. “That’s what I keep telling myself. I do want a forever relationship and a forever man, and sometimes that means you have to take real steps to get it. So that’s what I’m doing.” She glanced at her phone and saw the time. “I better get going.”
“Come by tomorrow and let me know how it went,” Carol said with an encouraging squeeze of her arm. “And try to have fun.”
“I will.” Jill waved as she left the shop with her tea, and she drank it as she walked to where her car was parked in the lot behind the building.
She was meeting the guy at a trendy bar half a mile away, but she wanted to drive instead of walk, just in case the guy walked her back after they were done.
She didn’t want him to know where she lived. Not after a first date.
She had to circle twice before she found a parking place, but she lucked out when a group of teenagers piled into an old Thunderbird and left an empty space. Before she walked into the bar, she stood for a moment, finishing her tea and summoning up her nerve.
She wasn’t good at dating. She wasn’t good with men. She liked people in general, but when it came to romance, she always became stiff and awkward. She’d kind of fallen into the relationship with Ted during her senior year of college. She’d hoped something similar might happen to her again, but it hadn’t.
If she wanted a man, she had to go out and get one.
Squaring her shoulders, she tossed her cup into a trash can before she walked into the bar.
It wasn’t very crowded since this was spring-break week at Virginia Tech, so most of the students had left town. There were a few couples scattered around. One group of young women. A middle-aged man sitting alone at a table. And a younger man sitting at the bar.
She was quite sure neither of the men sitting alone was the one she’d arranged to meet. One was way too old, and the other was way too good-looking.
In her limited experience with dating, people usually didn’t end up looking far better than their pictures, and the guy at the bar was what she’d always considered typical-handsome. He had the clean-cut features and lean, strong body that a majority of people found at least somewhat attractive. Even his clothes were typical. Worn jeans and a long-sleeve gray shirt. The guy she’d arranged to meet was more like her—cute in a quirky, unique way.
She walked up to the bar and dropped her bag on the floor so she could heft herself up on the stool. She was very short, and it wasn’t easy. Her skirt slid up much farther than was appropriate.
As she awkwardly tried to tug it back down, the good-looking guy at the bar glanced over, giving her a quick once-over or maybe figuring out what her gyrations were about.
He was even better looking than she’d originally thought. Very, very good-looking. Not her type at all, but still…
Although she found the guy’s slight five-o’clock shadow, green eyes, and thin, intelligent mouth incredibly sexy, she was quite sure he wasn’t her date for tonight.
When she’d managed to get her skirt back in place, she gave the guy a quick smile since he’d obviously caught her checking him out. “You try getting up on one of these stools when you’re my height,” she said lightly, trying not to feel embarrassed about her skirt debacle the way she was tempted to.
The guy was a stranger. His impression of her didn’t matter. At all.
He chuckled and sipped his drink. It looked like whiskey. “I wouldn’t even want to try.”
She pulled out her phone so he wouldn’t think she was looking for a conversation. No messages from her date. It was three minutes after they’d planned to meet, but maybe he was
one of those people who was always late.
That wouldn’t be a good match for her.
She wasn’t too fond of chronic lateness.
When the bartender came over, she asked for a glass of rosé since she didn’t want to just sit around doing nothing as she waited.
She glanced over at the handsome guy and saw he was slanting her a look. There was a very obvious glint of amusement in his green eyes.
“Are you laughing about my ordering rosé?” she asked. There was no particular reason for her to suspect that this detail was what had prompted his amusement, but she did suspect.
Evidently she was correct. He chuckled again—a warm, husky sound that was far too sexy to be entirely fair. “It’s very pink, isn’t it?” He was watching as the bartender slid the glass over to her.
“Yes, it’s pink. It’s pretty, and I like how it tastes. Rosé gets a bad rap because of guys like you. I could be equally patronizing about that ugly, disgusting stuff in your glass, but I’m not usually an asshole that way.”
“It’s not disgusting,” he said, his lips twitching irrepressibly as he took a swallow of his whiskey. “This is the good stuff.”
“I think even the good stuff is undrinkable, and I guarantee most people wouldn’t drink it at all if they hadn’t been indoctrinated that it was supposed to be good. You can follow the herd and convince yourself you like it all you want. I’m not convinced.” She didn’t know why she was talking like this with a stranger. She was normally pretty quiet with people she didn’t know.
But the guy looked like he was enjoying the conversation, and it was taking her mind off meeting her date.
“I guess you don’t follow the herd much, do you?” His eyes were running up and down her body again, lingering on her thighs above her boots and on her cleavage.
Her body was small and curvy—not particularly thin but firm and compact. It was clear he liked how she looked, and she couldn’t help but shiver with pleasure at the knowledge.
“I follow the herd if the herd is going somewhere I want to be,” she told him honestly. “If it’s not, then I let it go on by.”
He gave a slow nod. “That’s a good philosophy.”
They fell into silence as they sipped their drinks, and after a minute Jill glanced down at her phone again. Still no message. And now the guy was very late.
Her hopes for the evening were falling quickly.
“Are you meeting someone?”
“I’m supposed to be,” she said. “You’re not here to meet someone, are you?” The question was mostly casual since she was still sure he wasn’t her date.
He shook his head. “Just killing time. I’m at the hotel next door.”
Most of the hotels in and around Blacksburg were chains, but there was one boutique hotel downtown. That must be where he was staying. “You in town on business?”
“Something like that.”
She wasn’t sure what to make of that answer, but she didn’t pursue the topic. If he didn’t want to tell her why he was visiting Blacksburg, then that was his concern.
“How late is your date?” he asked.
“More than ten minutes now.”
“How long will you give him?”
“I’m about to give up.”
“Were you excited about him?”
“Eh,” she said with a little shrug. “I’d only connected with him for about a week. I’m not excited enough about him to wait more than fifteen minutes.”
“Was it one of those dating apps?” the guy asked.
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Maybe he got a look at me and left.”
“No chance.” His eyes were warm and admiring again. It was very clear he liked how she looked.
She wasn’t used to men being quite so open about that kind of interest—mostly because she usually hung out with nerdy types, many of whom were socially awkward like she was. It was a heady feeling—this gorgeous guy thinking she was attractive. Certainly not something that happened to her on a regular basis.
She glanced down at her phone again and then around at the bar, but no one new had come in. “This was the first time meeting someone through the app. Not a good start.”
“If he was going to stand you up, it’s just as well.”
“Yeah.” She shook her head. “Story of my life.”
“What is?”
“What is what?”
“What’s the story of your life?”
“Finally getting the courage up to take a chance and having it blow up in my face.”
He chuckled, sliding off his stool and moving two over so he was sitting on the one directly beside her. “I need more detail than that to fully assess your situation.”
She blinked. “More detail about what?”
“The story of your life. Tell me about it.” He was still relaxed, amused, slightly teasing. He was clearly having a good time without any particular investment in this conversation other than leisurely interest.
Because his attitude was so casual, she felt perfectly comfortable talking to him. She was here with half a glass of wine still to drink. She might as well pass the time in an interesting way. “Well, I’m twenty-six years old, and I’ve only had one serious boyfriend.”
“That’s interesting,” he murmured, his eyes focused on her face. “But you’ve skipped too much information. Start from the beginning. What were your parents like?”
“I never knew my dad. And my mom…” She let out a huff of laughter.
“What about your mom?”
She picked up her phone again and searched quickly through the pictures until she’d reached the one she wanted. She passed it over to the guy beside her.
The picture was of her and her mother about fifteen years ago. Her mother wore a broomstick skirt, a loose tank top, and very long, unbrushed hair. Her skin was tanned, and a guitar was leaning against her leg. Jill was in the picture too—blond and serious and wearing glasses and a little pink sundress. Both of them were standing in front of a run-down RV.
“Wow,” the man said after studying the photo.
“She’s basically an old hippie. She was forty-five when she had me, and she was still wandering the country in her camper, going to concerts and craft fairs and local festivals. We lived in that RV for my entire childhood, and we never stayed anywhere more than two months.”
“How did you go to school?”
“She taught me. She’s really smart, and I had the equivalent of a high school education by the time I was fifteen. But the only other kids I knew were the ones we happened to run into and a few on the same circuits my mother traveled in.”
“No wonder you’ve only had one boyfriend,” he said, looking genuinely intrigued. “Was it lonely?”
“Sometimes. I love my mother. I always have. And we talked to people everywhere we went. It’s not like I wasn’t around people. I just never had a real community until I started to connect with people online when I was a teenager. The friends I had online—through games and message boards and fan communities and such—those were the closest friends I’d ever had.”
“Did you go to college?”
“Yeah. In California. It was so strange to be in one place for so long, but I really loved it. And that was where I met my boyfriend, the semester before I graduated.”
“How did you end up in Blacksburg?”
Jill made a face, realizing now that she’d have to admit something that still embarrassed her. “Ted, my boyfriend, got a job here. So I moved with him.”
“What about a job for you?”
“I took a job so I could telecommute. It wasn’t the job I wanted, but it was decent enough. And I could do it from anywhere. He was going to grad school here, so… I came with him.”
“And he dumped you?”
She nodded, staring down at her wineglass. “Only after I supported him financially through his grad program.”
“Shit,” the man breathed, shaking his head. “What a jackass.”
“Y
eah. I didn’t think he was then, of course. And I’m pretty sure he didn’t do it on purpose—just use me to live off of while he finished school. But still… I feel pretty stupid about it.”
“Were there any signs?”
No one had ever asked her something like that before, and she had to think before she answered. “I… I don’t know. He was always very sweet with me. He did nice things and gave me a lot of compliments. But when I think back, there was a lot of just assuming I’d do whatever he wanted to do. Of course, I’d moved for him—without any sort of commitment. We’d only been dating five months at that point. Why wouldn’t he assume that I’d just go along with whatever worked best for him?”
The guy had leaned forward, as if he were listening intently. But at that he shook his head again. “It sounds like you’re being too hard on yourself. You spent your whole childhood moving from place to place, never putting down any roots. It’s not surprising that when you thought you had a chance to settle down with someone you loved, you’d take it even if it meant moving all the way across the country.”
She reflected on those words, relaxing slightly as they registered. Maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn’t as much of an idiot about Ted as she felt most of the time.
“You didn’t want to move back to California?” he asked.
“No. Despite the whole Ted debacle, I actually love it here. I made friends—better friends that I’ve ever had before. After I broke up with Ted, I moved in with my two best friends. One of them ended up moving out last year, but she’s still in town. I really like it here. I don’t want to leave. And I got a new job with a company in town, so I plan to stay here for the foreseeable future. I want roots. I want to build the kind of life I want for myself instead of always trailing around in other people’s wakes. I found a job I wanted. I’d also like to find a man. A, er, forever man.” She was a little self-conscious about the wording, but it was the only way to describe what she was looking for. “That’s why I did that dating app thing. I wanted to take some… concrete steps to get what I want in life.”
“Sounds perfectly reasonable to me,” he said, propping his elbow on the bar and leaning his head on his hand. “Although you know you can have a man without it being forever.”