Audiobook - LoveLife
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Joey glanced up from the table. She was wiping down every time the little bell on the front door jingled between 10 and 11 a.m. She held her breath, but the short, bald man rushing toward the counter wasn't who she had hoped to see. She sighed and continued to scrub a small patch of dried coffee off the Formica. Your pathetic Lisa said, her voice filled with amusement. I'm not pathetic. I'm a hopeless romantic, maybe a little obsessive. A little. I have a compulsive personality. Is that why you've been washing the same table for five minutes? Or did you just hope if you stood near the door long enough, super hot new girl would breeze past you? Joey chuckled and flopped into a chair next to her. It's not fair how well you can read me. Yeah, well, 20 years of friendship will do that, Lisa said, her eyes on Joey, even though she never stopped tapping the keyboard of her Mac book. Aside from her height and her Rachel Maddow glasses, Lisa looked exactly like the lanky kid she'd met on their first day in Mrs McIntyre second grade classroom. Um, I really pathetic, Lisa stop typing and shook her head. No, mostly your romantic. Mostly it's like 80 20. Romantic, over. Pathetic thanks. Joey laughed and threw her dishrag until Lisa's lab. She started to load a mismatched stack of coffee cups into the heavy plastic busing. Been but stopped when Lisa made a giddy little squeak behind her before she could turn to see her expression, the doors bell chimed again. Joey froze in mid reach for a cup. Even in her stupor, she knew the striking woman was walking toward her in real time, not slow motion. Still, her blonde hair did blow back slightly from the breeze of her stride. Like in the movies, Joey didn't feel any breeze when had all the air left the room, or maybe only left her lungs. Either way, she didn't care. Such beauty made breathing a petty concern three or four inches taller than Joey. The woman had legs that went on forever under flat front khakis that hung perfectly on her hips. Subtle curve. Her starched white oxford, impeccably pressed and tucked in, give a clear line of sight. Upper torso, the top two buttons of the shirt undone. Allow Joey, a tortuous peek at her delicate collarbones and the sinfully sweet tendrils of blond hair that snuggled against her neck. The woman's natural pink lips were full and flawlessly formed under impossibly high cheekbones and the most devastatingly blue eyes imaginable. Joey almost swooned. The woman didn't even notice her gawking as she strode casually toward the counter. She continued to stare the woman as she decisively ordered chai tea without any of this silly requests that drove Joey crazy, relaxed, comfortable and secure. The woman vanished as quickly as she appeared, leaving Joey shaky and bereft, yet thrilled and momentarily sated a post coital sensation. Sit down before you hurt yourself, Lisa said dryly. Joey attempted to play it cool. I'm fine. You've got some drool on your chin. Shut up! Joey rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth. She hadn't actually drooled. Why didn't you speak to her? Joey rolled her eyes. What? She's out of my league. Don't do that, Joey. You're a doll. Plenty of girls would get his goofy over you as you got over Miss hottie Hot stuff. I do all right with girls, but she wasn't a girl. She was a full grown woman. You saw her. She's sexy and stylish, cool and smart, and you don't know if she's smart. She could be a complete airhead. She's not. You don't know that. You've never talked to her. Talk to her. She doesn't even know I'm alive. Whose fault is that? Lisa shot back.