Oceans Apart: Book 1

102 Pages·2014·0.65 MB·English

by  Heartley Amanda

By
Amanda Heartley

Copyright © 2014 Amanda Heartley Published By: Sexcessica
CONTENTS
Chapter 1 - Ginny
Chapter 2 - Tristan
Chapter 3 - Ginny
Chapter 4 - Tristan
Chapter 5 - Ginny
Chapter 6 - Tristan
Chapter 7 - Ginny
Chapter 8 - Tristan
Chapter 9 - Ginny
Chapter 10 - Tristan
Chapter 11 - Ginny
Chapter 12 - Tristan
Chapter 13 - Ginny
Acknowledgements
Other Books by Amanda
About The Author
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents
are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are
not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 Amanda Heartley

Published By: Sexcessica
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Book Description
It's been months since the big breakup, and Virginia is just trying to keep her
chin up and her head down working. She knows she needs to “get with the
program” as her best friend, Kari, keeps reiterating, but she’s not about to go
through any more heartbreak, and another man is not on the agenda. Not even a
casual encounter.
Until Tristan. She’s immediately attracted to his striking good looks and an
English accent to die for. He’s everything Ginny always dreamed of…bold,
captivating, and passionate.
Now, he’s five thousand miles away and her past is about to get real.
Chapter 1 — Ginny
“Tell me why we’re here again?” I asked, leaning over into my best friend
Kari so I could half scream in her ear. I love clubbing, but this one was
particularly loud tonight. Partying on the weekends with Kari was one of the
things I looked forward to all week. Especially weeks like this when work had
been extremely draining.
The Python Club was the newest club that had opened up downtown, and
Friday night was usually full of twenty-somethings drinking, dancing, and
mingling.
It didn’t have the biggest dance floor I’d ever seen, but it was the liveliest.
And it was packed. Girls dressed in their sexiest, skimpiest clothes to get a primo
spot on that floor, wiggling and bumping on the small platform right in front of
the DJ.
It would have been excessively dark for my taste, except for the multi-
colored lights that flashed every so often reflecting onto the disco ball hanging
from the ceiling. The bar, though, was well lit. Kari and I had already danced a
little, and were taking a much-needed break to rest our feet and have a couple of
drinks.
Kari laughed and motioned to the bartender for another one of the frosty
orange drinks she always ordered. “Because it’s Friday night, and we are meant
to be having fun like the hot, carefree, single women we are,” she said, sticking
her nose in the air in a fake posh way.
“Right,” I mumbled under my breath, still nursing my vodka cranberry.
“Does it still count as being carefree if we have to say we’re carefree, though?”
“Gin.” Kari leveled a firm stare at me, and I rolled my eyes at her, laughing
out loud. What a pair.
“Alright, alright!” I had to relent. “Carefree, single women. Got it.”
“Don’t forget hot,” Kari added. “That part’s important.” She slid her hands
down her sides and did a little shimmy. “You gotta feel the hotness or no dude is
ever going to want to feel your hotness, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, I know what you mean. Duh, who do you think you’re talking to
here?” This was just par for the course when it came to Kari, though, and I just
shook my head and smiled rather than comment on it anymore.
Kari shrugged as if she couldn’t be bothered. She had the kind of self-
confidence I could only dream about. She looked great, leaning casually against
the bar in a purple dress that hugged her ample curves in a way that was more
flattering than revealing. Of course, the neckline, which was currently showing
off a good four inches of her cleavage, did enough revealing that the rest of the
dress didn’t have to. Her blonde hair was pulled back and fell down her
shoulders in soft waves, and it brought attention to the soft roundness of her
face.
This was the kind of thing we did every weekend, dance, drink, and watch
the hot, gyrating men on the dance floor. We’d drink a little, dance a little, and
Kari would smile and flirt with any man who looked her way. She had her
unique brand of sarcastic charm, and I would just sit there, smiling, watching her
booze, and schmooze. I had more fun watching her than I did dancing. I knew
this wasn’t going to be how I’d meet the man of my dreams. This was exactly
how I’d meet more assholes like Brad and some of the other losers I’d dated
before. Total fucking jerks who were more interested in getting their dick sucked
than anything else.
Not that I had issues with blowjobs or casual sex, because I didn’t. In fact, it
was something I enjoyed and sometimes missed, now that I was single.
However, I wasn’t looking to have random sexual encounters anymore. I was
looking for more than that in a guy. Something more than just a casual
commitment or a sport fuck, but it’s so freaking hard to find someone who wants
the same thing.
Sometimes, I even wondered if the problem was me. I hadn’t been the best
of company since the big break up with Brad, but I was trying. I was here,
wasn’t I? That should count for something.
Kari got a lot of male attention, because even though she wasn’t a size two,
it was clear she knew she was hot. According to her, as soon as I got with the
program, the men would do the same with me. I just wasn’t too sure I wanted
that kind of attention.
“No. No. No, no, no,” Kari said, snapping her fingers in front of my face,
trying to bring me out of my depressing thoughts. “None of that, you hear me?
Bartender, get my friend another vodka cranberry, would you? She needs a lift.”
“Kari, I’m fine,” I insisted.
“No, you’re moping. Look at you, girl. You look hot all over yourself
tonight, and the men are trying to check you out, but you look like you might cry
all over them at any second, and that’s not sexy.” Kari looked around, grinning
when she spotted a man sitting not too far from us at one of the bar stools.
“Excuse me, hello? Hi. Can I ask you something?” she called, trying to get his
attention.
“Kari, what the hell are you doing?” I hissed. I could feel my cheeks
flushing.
“Proving a point.”
The man turned his head to look at us, raising an eyebrow. “Are you talking
to me?” he asked, and both of us damn near fell over at his accent. It was
English, and it was hot. I’d always been a sucker for a man with an accent, and
Kari knew it. And she had to be dreaming up something, if the devious grin on
her face was anything to go by.
I couldn’t blame her. Whoever this man was, he was freakin’ gorgeous. His
hair was a light shade of brown and he had piercing blue eyes that seemed to
reflect the light around them. There was a smile playing in the corners of his
mouth, and I stood there and watched, as he looked Kari up and down.
“Why, yes, I think I am,” Kari replied to his question with a grin. “This is
my friend Ginny.” She pointed. “Right now she’s having an issue believing she’s
hot. So I thought, why not get a second opinion, right? And there you were
sitting alone and drinking what looks like a Jack and Coke, so you seemed like
the perfect person to help out.”
I wondered if it were possible to suddenly turn invisible. I could feel my
cheeks getting hotter and hotter from embarrassment, and when the bartender
slid a new drink in front of me, I grabbed it and took a hurried gulp, damn near
choking in the process.
“Well, it is very kind of you to try and help your friend like that,” the man
said, and he turned around on the barstool to look at us properly. His eyes
slipped from Kari to me, and I could feel the way he was looking at me. His gaze
was just shy of being predatory, and it was all I could do to force myself to stand
there, my fingers in a death grip on my glass.
I knew exactly how I looked. Just barely over five feet tall, with long dark
hair that I had curled and let fall where it wanted to just before I’d left the house
that evening. My dress was an online find, a deep crimson vintage number,
which hugged my waist before flaring out over my curvy hips. People always
complimented me on it when I wore it out, but now I was wondering if it made
me look fat and if this man was about to tell me so.
I fidgeted a little and looked up to meet his eyes, startled when there was
something warm in them that matched the smile curving over his face.
“I’d have to say you’re wrong there, ma’am,” he said, finally tearing his
eyes from my face to look at Kari. “Hot is not a proper word to describe Ginny
here. I would go for something like…stunning or gorgeous…delectable. Maybe
even delightful.”
Oh. Well. Fuck.
That wasn’t at all what I was expecting him to say, but from the huge grin
spreading over Kari’s face, it was exactly the sort of reaction she was looking
for. “You have good taste, sir, and a fine accent to boot. I’m Kari, you’ve
already been introduced to Ginny, so why don’t you tell us your name?”
“How rude of me,” he said, leaning an elbow on the smooth wood of the bar.
“Name’s Tristan. A pleasure to meet both of you lovely ladies.”
“Is your accent real or the same as a padded bra?” Kari asked.
“Kari!” I groaned, not knowing how she could say something like that to
this gorgeous stranger.
“I’m…not sure I understand,” Tristan said, looking confused.
I sighed. “She means…you know how women put on padded bras before
they go out so they seem like they’ve got bigger…um…assets?”
“Ah.” Tristan laughed, and it was a deep, rumbly sound I could hear easily
over the music. “No, I didn’t just put the accent on for the night. I’m visiting
your fair city from London. On business.”
“Ooh, a businessman,” Kari chimed in, leaning her chin on her hands and
batting her eyes at him. “Tell us more.”
A look passed over Tristan’s face and he shook his head. “I don’t like to talk
about work on a Friday night, you know. Especially not when in the company of
two lovely young women. Not when there are drinks to be had and whatever this
song that’s playing is blaring so charmingly through my eardrums.”
That made me laugh, and I sheepishly covered my mouth with my hand to
avoid giggling out loud. He smiled warmly at me and then slipped down from
the barstool, offering his hand to both of us. “Would you ladies care to dance?
Seems a shame to waste this lively beat.”
Kari and I exchanged glances, and I could see the scheming behind her eyes
before she even opened her mouth. “Ginny loves dancing, don’t you, Gin?” she
said, pushing me forward with a not-at-all subtle hand at my back. “Me, I prefer
to stay by the bar. Never know what you might see from over here. But you two
have fun now.” She waggled her fingers at Tristan and me in a clear “go on”
signal.