Addicted to Her Curves - Sam Crescent Page 0,2

men were dangerous to her equilibrium, but this was what she loved, feeding people.

She started to eat her own food, shoving a fry in her mouth.

“So, Connie, I was wondering. How do you feel about going out with me next Friday?” Scott asked. “Ouch, what the fuck, dude?”

“I also want to go out with you,” Beau said.

She laughed. “Guys, I don’t know what’s going on here.” Was there something in the food?

She glanced at Scott then at Beau. There was no way she’d said how sexy they both were out loud, was there?

“Simple, both of us want to date you,” Beau said. He threw his hands up in the air. “However, we wanted to see which one you liked first.”

“I … what?”

They were both glaring at each other.

“Let me get this straight, you both have been hanging around here because you both want to date me?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Scott said.

“It’s not?”

“It sounds bad, like the only reason we came around was because we wanted to date you, but our hearts are in it,” Beau said.

“Look, I don’t know what you guys are thinking and to be honest, I’m a little uncomfortable right now. You’re best friends, right?” she asked, looking between the two.

“Well, yeah,” Scott said.

“Then I don’t think this is a very good idea. I’m not the kind of girl to get between friends and I’m not going to cause any kind of rift here.” She got to her feet, suddenly losing her appetite.

“Wait, what?” Beau asked.

“You heard me. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, or if this is to see which one will be able to score first or what, but I’m not part of it. Really, I just want to live my life trouble and drama free.” She turned her back to them, walking to the sink. She threw her food in the trash, feeling the tension mount in the room.

“We won’t take it personally,” Beau said.

“You’ve told me you’ve been friends for life, and you’re both standing there saying how much you want to date me. It’s not going to work. I’m not interested. Really not interested in having two friends fight with each other. I’ve got a good thing going and I know for a fact you two are well-respected and liked in town. Even though I’ve been here for six years, it doesn’t stop the fact they’d kick me out if you two started hurting each other. I don’t come between friends, and I’m not going to be the kind of girl to pick sides. Sorry, but you need to find someone else.”

****

Scott had a shitty morning. First of all, three of his clients hadn’t lost any weight and had openly admitted to binging on fried chicken and chocolate pie. They didn’t even know if they wanted to continue working out. He didn’t mind difficult clients, the ones who struggled with weight loss. When they came to him, they’d made the decision to change. He didn’t believe in forcing anyone to do something they didn’t want to do.

His gym was about accepting everyone and giving everyone the comfort they needed to take a chance on a gym. He didn’t accept horrible trainers, and if anyone who lodged a complaint, each one was investigated thoroughly. He didn’t want his gym membership to be the kind of regret people made in the new year, and six months later canceled.

Besides all of that, he was still pissed off after last night. In truth, he’d expected Connie to laugh and say, sure, no problem. Then of course Beau had to open his stupid mouth, and now she wouldn’t even give either of them the time of day.

He was pissed. No, he was furious.

With the last of his appointments dealt with, he jogged all the way over to the mechanic shop. It was probably a good thing it was on the other side of town, otherwise, he’d have killed the bastard. As it was, his anger subsided a bit as he jogged over. It still didn’t help the way he felt though, which was extremely pissed off.

He had no choice but to dodge a flying wrench as it came hurtling at his head.

“Fuck, bastard, fuck!” Beau shook his hand out, cupping it with his other, glaring like he could shoot laser beams from his eyes.

“Bad morning?”

“Fuck off.”

“You could have taken my head off with that thing.”

“You deserve it after last night’s crap. What were you thinking? I thought we agreed to let