Fantasy Boyfriend (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Plenty of time for work and studying, and I would be diligent
about that, I promised myself. I hadn't allowed myself too much dating last
year, not that there were that many guys to choose from that met my standards,
but this year, maybe things would be different. Maybe I would to be a little
more daring, a little more adventurous. I would have to wait and see.

Chapter 5
    I carried the last slice of pizza up to my room from
the kitchen. We had ordered three large delivery pizzas, a mix-and-match
pepperoni and sausage, one with “the works,” and one with just plain cheese on
top, which is what Desiree preferred. I took the last piece of one with “the
works,” peeled off the sardines, and with a paper plate in one hand and half a
can of soda in the other, I made my way up the stairs, made a U-turn, and
walked down the short hallway and to my room. I had filled the girls in about
my first day of class, and they had done likewise. Nothing terribly exciting
for any of us, except for the fact that Luke was taking advanced chemistry and
happened to come into class late and sit down next to me. The others were making a big deal out of it. I was
curious, no doubt about it. I hadn't pegged Luke for an advanced chemistry kind
of guy. Then again, I didn't really even know what kind of guy he was.
    I sat down on my bed, munching on the now cold piece
of pizza, contemplating. Finally, brushing the crumbs of the pizza off my bed,
I pulled open the drawer of my bedside table and reached inside for my diary. Flipping
open the pages, I reviewed what I had written the previous week about my dream
guy. As I reviewed my criteria, I began to shake my head. No way was a guy like
Luke going to meet my criteria. In fact, as of right now, the only thing that I
could put a checkmark next to was the word "tattoos."
    I plumped my pillows and sat back, bending my knees
and placing my diary against my knees as I began to jot some comments down on
the blank page. Was I being silly? Was I being foolish? It was the first day of
school for crying out loud, and I really had no business focusing so much
attention on a guy, not even a guy as handsome and captivating as Luke. I
didn't even know his last name! What was I thinking, agreeing to go out on a
date with a guy when I didn't even know his last name?
    The girls seem to think I was silly worrying over such
details. All that mattered to them was that he was handsome, sexy, and of
course, that he was real-life flesh and blood. That thought had me glancing
toward the small stack of books on the bottom shelf of my bedside table. They
teased me endlessly about my reading tastes. Smut books. Bodice rippers. Soft
porn. I knew that they were just teasing and I didn't take their comments
seriously because most of the time, while my romance novels certainly had some
sex in them, I was captivated by the chemistry of the relationship between the
hero and heroine.
    What exactly was it that I was looking for? I wanted a
guy like the romance writers portrayed in my favorite books. Basically, I
wanted someone I could count on, someone I could trust. Yes, someone that could
protect me, not that I specifically needed protecting, but one that I knew, if
the chips were down, would put me first.
    I might be a hopeless romantic, but I had no respect
for men who turned their backs on women and children. I knew the days of
chivalry were over, and that I, as a woman, wanted to be thought of as
independent and self-sufficient, but thousands of years of evolution were still
ingrained in me. I didn't necessarily expect men to open the door for me, pull
out a chair for me, or dote on me. Nevertheless, I did want to know that the
guy I was with wasn't a sissy, a pushover, or a coward.
    So Luke had tattoos. He certainly had charisma, which
could or could not mean that he was a womanizer. For all I knew, he could be
gay! I doubted it, at least not the way he flirted and he had asked me out,
after all – but you never knew. Was he an