~Juliet’s Point of View~I shivered and grabbed the comforter, wrapping myself like a burrito. Damn it, did I leave the air on blast or something? My eyes popped open as I found a comfy spot I liked then reality hit and I gasped. Oh … ohh shit! I sat up, abruptly and then jerked my neck to see if I was alone. The other side of the bed was empty, but that didn’t mean anything. I was in Jude Stone’s hotel room. Feisty’s lead singer. I had sex with him last night. Major, nakee time. Ohh fuck!My hands went to my lips and I swore I could still taste him there. His bed reeked of his cologne and a bit of whiskey. While I hadn't been drunk last night I was now suddenly, very very sober.I finally took in the room, his things were still all over the place so he hadn’t left town. Where were my clothes?? It was dark enough in the room I couldn’t really differentiate his things versus mine. I threw off the covers and shivered, was this guy a vampire? Christ it's FREEZING IN HERE!No, he was

~Juliet’s Point of View~ ~One Week Later~ “This is literally the worst idea I’ve ever had. Bunch of bull,” I fussed, as I struggled to move on the elliptical. “You said you wanted to exercise,” Jakob said, laughing. He was a freak about fitness, Jada was indifferent and me … I didn’t do sweat. They had a small gym in their mini mansion of a house and I rarely went in. Since we were all always together, and especially since Jada got pregnant we just decided it was best to beef up the guest/pool house than to have me live on my own. I paid the electric and water bills but that was all they would let me contribute. It was still a chunk of change in a house this size and with having a pool, but in Charlotte I’d probably drop $1,700 a month for a decent one bedroom apartment. Why bother having my own place when I basically live at the restaurant? I half lived in their house most of the time too, I even passed out on their couch sometimes. Even though we all bicker, we do enjoy each

~Juliet’s Point of View~ “Harder! Really punch it,” Dante shouted, as he danced around. He got me into kickboxing and I had to admit, it was empowering and hot as hell. Learning some self-defense, burning calories and an excuse to touch a hot as sin guy I’ve been drooling for months? Check, check, check. All boxes are full! I really thought I could never fantasize about someone after Jude, I mean who could possibly compare. Dante Dixon, that’s fucking who. This guy was exactly who I would always lust over but never have a chance in hell with actually dating. He’d let his hair grow out this past month and just shaved it a bit underneath like Jude does. Now he had a messy carmel colored shaggy mess and when he sweats … oh fuck its hot. Illegal. “I want to ask you something, for real … for real on the real,” I said, taking off my gloves. He laughed, flashing his perfect white smile. For weeks now he’d become a good friend, someone I confided in about all my fat girl issues. Okay my

~Juliet’s Point of View~After a lot of back and forth and trying to calm my vagina down, we settled on a cute little bistro with outside seating where we could people watch. Turns out Dante was damn good at reading people and actually crazy funny. By the end of the night I was practically mesmerized with his eyes, his smile and his laugh.While we had gotten some looks, especially from women, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. At one point some chick a few tables over was making eyes at my date so he leaned in and kissed my cheek in a very sensual way. If there was any doubt I was his date she was getting the message now.He never made me feel less than, he never made me feel awkward or like he didn’t want to be out with me. I actually ordered a full meal and ate most of it, not just picking at salad like most women around us were doing. My appetite had increased since I started working out but since I wasn't cutting out what I wanted I was working on portion sizes. Was I seriously in lo

~Juliet’s Point of View~ Am I really just sitting here and casually talking to Jude Stone on the phone in the middle of the night? Seems that way. He was actually really easy to talk to, and fuck how could I not want to hear that gruff and sexy voice? It just did things to me, and I found my hands roaming my body the entire conversation. I had to imagine he was doing the same. “I didn’t get in shape to please anyone else but I think being with you gave me the confidence to feel like dating again. I haven’t in so long I’m too busy with work. I felt … empowered with you and I do like being curvy and softer. I certainly don’t want to be a toothpick but I wanted to chase more of the confidence feeling that you planted I guess,” I said, completely blushing. He made some kind of low grunt and for a moment I thought he dropped the phone but he cleared his throat and acted like he was trying to recover. “How old are you? Am I allowed to ask,” he said, almost like he wasn’t sure I’d answer.