Goddess of Love Read Online Free PDF

sexy Stacy giving her what she really considered praise and encouragement, but the best she could come up with was perfectly fine looking. She studied Stacy—tall and blond with her great curves, fabulous boobs and those cheekbones that made her face look like someone should carve it out of marble. How could she possibly understand what it was to be so average that you went through life being invisible? She’d never walked into a room and not turned heads. Pea would bet the great raise she’d just got that gorgeous Griffin had already forgotten her. Men always did, but she would also bet that the firemen were discussing her hot blond neighbor all the way back to the station. And then someone might say something like: “Oh, yeah, that other girl was there, too.” Pea was the other girl. The forgettable girl.
    â€œSo will you do it?”
    â€œHuh?” Pea said, realizing Stacy had been talking and she’d not heard anything she’d been saying.
    Stacy sighed in exasperation. “I said, it’s not even noon yet. You have plenty of time to go into that fabulous kitchen of yours and bake a big plate of your to-die-for brownies and deliver them to gorgeous Griffin at the station as a thank you.”
    â€œLet me think about that.” Pea paused for half a blink. “No.”
    â€œAnd why not?” Stacy didn’t give her time to continue. “Because you have so many men beating down your door to go out with you tonight? Because you’re in an incredible relationship with your dream man? Hmm? Which one is it?”
    â€œYou know I’m not dating anyone, and thanks for reminding me,” Pea said through her teeth, and then thought for the zillionth time .
    â€œOkay, so is it because you don’t find Griffin attractive?”
    â€œAs you very well know that’s definitely not the case.”
    â€œThen is it because you’re hateful and rude and you don’t believe in thanking the man who just saved your weird Scottie cat’s life?”
    â€œChloe isn’t weird and she wasn’t about to die,” Pea said.
    â€œShe definitely could have broken something if she’d fallen out of that tree.”
    â€œStacy, it’s stupid and pathetic to bake brownies as an excuse to see a man who has no interest in me.”
    â€œHe smiled at you and asked about your nickname,” Stacy countered.
    â€œHe was being polite.”
    â€œMaybe. Maybe not. If you don’t bake the brownies, you’ll never know.”
    Pea opened her mouth to say no. Again. But Stacy interrupted. Again.
    â€œTake a chance, Pea. Just one small chance. The worst that can happen is that a bunch of overworked firemen will get a treat. On the other hand, maybe your brownies will work magic and you might actually live out one of those fantasies you usually only dream about….” Stacy waggled her brows at Pea.
    â€œFine!” Pea surprised herself by saying. “I don’t have dance class till this afternoon. I’ll bake the damn brownies and drop them off on my way to class.”
    â€œFinally I’m victorious with the Pea-and-men issue! Okay, look, be sure you write a little thank you note, too. On the stationery that has your new work title and letterhead.”
    â€œHuh?”
    Stacy rolled her perfect eyes. “It serves two purposes. He’ll know how amazingly successful you are, and he’ll also know how to get in touch with you.”
    â€œGreat. Yeah. Okay. Whatever.” Pea called Chloe and started to retreat up the steps to her homey porch.
    â€œYou’ll write the note?” Stacy called.
    â€œI’ll write the note.”

C HAPTER T WO
    S he never knew what to wear. How did most women do it? How did they figure out how to put the right clothes with the right hair with the right shoes? (Shoes! That was a truly nightmarish subject! She could never seem to pick out shoes that didn’t look like a cross