The Accidental Dating Experiment (How to Date #4) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: How to Date Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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He’s marking me even as I pick the next man.

His name is Dashiell; he’s thirty-four and he’s a brewer. “Even you need to be okay with that,” I say to him, doing my best to be undeterred by his possessive affection. “Plus he plays softball in a recreational league. That’s giving me Elodie and Gage vibes.”

He cracks up. “Yes, he’ll be just like our friends.”

I nudge him with my elbow. “What do you think about him?”

“Tell me what you like about him,” he says, putting on his shrink hat as he turns the question around.

I’ve given it some thought. And I’ve considered the lesson I learned from the Jared date, which was not to overlook douche vibes in the name of giving someone a chance. No douche vibes allowed from here on out. With this in mind, I believe this new guy has real promise.

“Brewers must know a little something about chemistry, so there’s that. Plus, men not having enough male friends is like an epidemic we address on the podcast a lot, but this guy clearly has plenty, since he plays softball in a rec league. Also, his arms are probably real muscly.”

“You like muscles,” he says, a little amused, but perhaps a little envious at the same time.

I squeeze his biceps. “Yes.”

“Good.”

But I want more than a good. I want to know his actual take on this guy. “Okay, serve it up. He doesn’t have douche vibes like Jared, so what’s your problem with him?”

“That would ruin the integrity of the experiment.”

A laugh bursts from me. “You ruined the integrity of the experiment last night when you fucked me.”

His arms band around me even more tightly. “Fine,” he says, begrudgingly. “If you must know, here’s my take. Beer and ball games, really? What would this guy even talk to you about?”

“I like baseball,” I insist.

“Do you?”

I huff. “I like going to games with friends, okay? But that’s close.”

“Sure, in the way cars are close to bikes. You use them to get around. My point is you can put a hipster veneer on it, but it seems this guy still wants to live like he did in college.”

I gasp. “No! You’re looking at him through your…your…your shrink lens.”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” he says, laughing, but then the laughter fades and he shoots me an earnest look. “But you said not to role-play too hard, so I’ll be more subtle in my character acting when you go out with Dashiell tomorrow.”

I suppose that’s all I can ask for.

He leans in to kiss me, but before he can destroy my panties even more, his phone chimes with an alarm. With a groan, he says, “I need to go play golf with my dad.”

It sounds like he’d rather spend time hanging out with Real Jared than see his father. “Sorry you don’t get along with him,” I say, my heart hurting for the man.

“Yeah, me too.”

We untangle from each other, and he heads into the house. I go inside, too, and resume painting. Fifteen minutes later, he returns, freshly showered and dressed in khakis and a trim polo, looking too hot for words.

Wait. I do have words, after all. “Can you ruin the integrity of the experiment again tonight?”

His eyes flash with dirty thoughts. “I can, and I will.” He nods to the room, shifting gears quickly. “I’ll finish painting this tomorrow. You should stop and…relax. Enjoy Darling Springs. Or take a nap. Maybe a bath.”

I study him curiously. “Why are you saying that? So I’ll be rested for you to ruin my integrity?”

“Yes. Also, I feel bad for leaving you to do all this. I’d rather do it tomorrow, so you don’t have to.”

“Aww, you do have feelings,” I tease.

He brings a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell a soul. Also, send me dirty pictures of you naked in the tub or something?”

I snort. “I’ll take things that’ll never happen for five hundred dollars.”

He shrugs happily. “It was worth a try.”

When he leaves, I dip the roller in the pan and work on the next wall. I’m determined to finish before he returns—a surprise for the man who’s maybe not so impervious after all.

I slide the paint up the wall, returning to the conversation with my mother from earlier today. She said she wasn’t in love with my dad most of the time, nor was he with her. And yet they seemed happy enough. They were good parents, they showed up for us, and they supported us. I never sensed they weren’t each other’s big love.

I stop mid-roll. As a kid, would I have even known what a big love looks like?

I finish rolling to the ceiling, dip the brush in the paint, and then stroke against the wall again, answering in my head. No, I don’t suppose I would have known that then. Now, though, I wonder—did their arm’s length, friendly love inform how I approach romance?



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