Page 39 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Yeah,” we all cheered, confusing the hell out of Derk, but instead of pushing his luck, he shrugged his shoulders and picked at the fruit in the middle of the counter.
“So any good prospects?” Henry asked. He looked over at the tablet in Delaney’s hands.
“There is this one guy. His name is Alejandro and seems to be really nice. Look, a picture with his little sister, how sweet.”
“Alejandro, that rolls right off the tongue nicely,” Derk said.
“Let me see this guy.”
Looking irritated, Henry pulled the tablet away from Delaney and started assessing Alejandro’s profile. His brow creased, and a sneer snagged his lip as he read about my potential date.
“It says here that his job is an artist. That’s a hobby not a job, can’t trust those guys. Oh and look, he has a pet iguana, that’s stupid.”
“There is nothing wrong with a pet iguana,” Delaney countered. “He would be perfect for Rosie. Clearly the guy is handsome with that thick black hair of his and dark eyes. You know he would romance our girl and that’s what she needs. His Latin love would spice up her life.”
“I don’t like him,” Henry said.
“Well, thankfully, it’s not up to you, it’s up to Rosie.”
Without warning, Delaney snatched the tablet from Henry and handed it to me.
“See for yourself. He’s handsome, he looks fun, and you know he’d be able to melt the panties right off you. You would have no problem relaxing around him.”
The profile picture on the screen showed a man who seemed to be in his late twenties, wearing a bright teal tank top—which showed off his muscles nicely—and a pair of sunglasses on top of his head. The background was some foreign coastline where the water was as blue as his shirt. His smile reached cheek to cheek, and I realized that he could possibly be one of the prettier men I had ever seen. He wasn’t rugged . . . he was more suave.
“He’s attractive,” I mumbled as I looked through his profile. I was kind of shockedand flatteredthat such a pretty man was interested in me, to say the least. There was a message in my inbox from him so I decided to look at it.
Hi Rosie,
I couldn’t help but write to you after seeing your profile picture. Your red glasses caught my eye along with those beautiful blue eyes of yours.
After further stalking, I saw that you love tacos, making you a girl after my own heart. I can’t get enough of tacos. They are my one and only addiction. If you’re not too busy, maybe I could take you out for some amazing tacos not too far from my apartment. I promise you, they are the best tacos in New York City.
What do you say?
Waiting your reply – Alejandro
“Well, he seems sweet.” I blushed.
“He wants to take you out for tacos,” Henry said. “How is that sweet?”
“He wants to eat your taco.” Derk chuckled to himself.
“Watch it,” Henry warned uncharacteristically. “I don’t like Alejandro. I don’t trust him.”
“You don’t even know him,” Delaney said, while she gathered everyone’s empty plates. “Write him back, Rosie. Set up a date.”
I studied Alejandro’s profile some more while Derk cleaned up for Delaney like the dutiful boyfriend he was.
Alejandro seemed nice, like a genuine guy, but what could you really tell from the Internet? He could be a psycho killer in real life but his profile could say he knitted sweaters for nuns at Christmas. Should I really give him a chance? And why was Henry so against Alejandro? Was he seeing something I wasn’t?
“Why don’t you like Alejandro?” I asked, cutting the silence that fell in the kitchen.
“He seems . . . too experienced. I don’t want him taking advantage of you,” Henry replied.
“You don’t think I can handle myself with an experienced person?”
Henry gave me a pointed look and said, “Love, you kicked a guy in the crotch last night, not sure how well you’ll do under a nerve-racking situation.”
