Title: Back To The Drawing Board
Author: L.L. Collins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 10, 2015
Desire. Lust. Love.
Julia is the bosses’ daughter. She’s everything that Carter wants, and nothing that he thinks he needs. She’s got plans of her own, and Carter is one of them.
Both determined to control their own paths, can she show him what his future could be like if he just lets go, or will he send her BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD?
“Let’s play a game,” I said, breaking the silence. “A quick one. We’re only a few minutes away from the restaurant.” “Never Have I Ever again?” “Nope. Let’s do a short version of Twenty Questions. Like, two questions. We can resume later.” “Tell me the rules.” “We get to ask each other any two questions, and we have to answer them.” Carter cleared his throat, looking over at me. “Sounds…interesting.” “You start,” I said. I wanted him to get personal. “You’re putting me on the spot,” he laughed. “That’s the point.” “Okay….have you had a serious boyfriend before?” I furrowed my brow. That’s what he wanted to know? “Yes. In high school. We broke up after our first year of college and I haven’t talked to him since. His name was Scott.” A look I didn’t understand passed over his face. “He was your only boyfriend? Like, ever?” “That’s what you want for your second question? It’ll be my turn next.” He nodded, so I continued. “He’s been the only…serious boyfriend. Since him, I frankly haven’t had the time or the desire to have a boyfriend. I’ve gone out with guys, but that’s it. Nothing serious.” I didn’t think I wanted to get into the details of all of that, so I was glad it was his last question. “My turn. First, where did you get this hot car?” He laughed. “My dad and I restored it. It’s a ’69 Camaro SS. It took us most of the last few years to perfect it. He’s a mechanic, and I didn’t grow up knowing anything at all about cars, so it was a great way for us to bond. I found out that I love restoring old cars, and driving them. And having hot girls in them.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and we both laughed. I loved that he was lightening up with me. Now it was time to get more serious. “Okay, my next question is…if you could remember one thing about that night that we can’t remember, what would it be and why?” Carter coughed. “Whoa,” he said. “You don’t mess around.” We hadn’t discussed ‘that night’ since right after we both realized we couldn’t remember. “I…Julia. Wow. I’m not sure how to answer that.” “Truthfully,” I said. I loved making him uncomfortable. “I wish I could remember touching you,” he said, the deepness of his voice tickling all through my body. “Everywhere.” It felt like he just had touched me, everywhere. I squirmed in my seat, almost wishing I hadn’t asked. Now I really wanted to attack him. When I didn’t answer, he looked over at me. I smiled, reaching out and touching the scruff on his face, my favorite thing to do. “Wow is right,” I said quietly. “I wish I could remember that, too.” We looked at each other until the car behind us honked their horn.