The Best Man by Barbie Bohrman is NOW LIVE!
Meet Trevor, Veronica's blast from the past in a sneak peek of this fabulous Romantic Comedy!
Meet Trevor, Veronica's blast from the past in a sneak peek of this fabulous Romantic Comedy!
“Do you think everybody in here thinks we’re a couple?” I looked around, worried that someone might. “I mean, it makes sense, right? We’re young and out on the town. I can see people making the connection.”
“Veronica,” he said calmly, “who cares what people think. We’re friends, that’s it. You and I know that. Who gives a shit if anyone else thinks we’re sleeping together or just friends or whatever else they’re imagining.”
He was right, but still, it could easily be misconstrued between us.
“Vern, do you worry that much about being my imaginary girlfriend?” His eyes were playful.
“No, it’s not that, just, I don’t know. What do you think? Have you thought about it?” I was rambling and nervous.
I was totally taking the easy way out by not answering his question. I would be the queen of deflection on this issue. Because in my mind, I was thinking back to this morning and how he was the star in my sexual fantasy that I tapped into to make myself have an orgasm.
Yeah, this was getting weird. And was about to get even weirder.
“Of course I have. I’m a guy, Vern. I’m always thinking about sex.”
“With me?”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “Yes.”
Danger! Danger! I repeated in my head.
“And Vern,” he said in a low voice, “it was really hot.”
“Oh my God,” I muttered. I took a sip of the water that had been left on the table.
“You’re blushing,” he noticed with a chuckle. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed over. It’s a fact that any man you meet is going to always think about fucking you.”
“Trevor!” I whisper-shouted.
The waiter came over to leave our salads at the perfect time for me to digest this information. As soon as he walked away, my eyes tracked him while I thought about if what Trevor had said was true.
“Yes, Veronica, the waiter has thought about doing you ten ways to Sunday by now.” He took a forkful of food in his mouth. “And the maître d’ too. I bet the cab driver that drove you here thought the same thing.”
“Nope, my cabbie tonight was a woman.” I held my fork in the air in triumph.
“Like I was saying, I bet the cab driver that drove you here thought the same thing. Basically, any person you come in contact with is going to think about how you are in bed. It’s a point of fact. I’ve thought about it. Maybe at length. Maybe not. Who knows? Either way, it’s not a big deal.”
I was almost speechless at his carefree attitude about this. It wasn’t helping that he happened to pick up his champagne glass and take a sip. This accentuated the Adam’s apple on his throat. It actually was incredibly sexy, and my mind was veering right back to the gutter.
“You’re thinking about sex with me right now, aren’t you?” Trevor’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll let you off the hook for the rest of the night about this. Scout’s honor.”
It felt like minutes were going by as I warred with myself on whether or not to tell him the truth. Trevor was cool as a cucumber as he waited me out. Finally, I figured, we’re friends, right? Why not be open with my friend about the fact that I am and had thought about him sexually.
“Yes, I am.”
“Aha! I told you. See, it’s only natural. And doesn’t it feel so good to get it out there in the open between us? It’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, right?”
He might as well have stood up and taken a bow, he was so proud of himself for figuring me out. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I lifted my champagne glass. He met me halfway again and clinked mine. The sound of the crystal ringing could still be heard when I decided to knock him down a few pegs. “I do feel a lot less stressed about it, thanks Trevor. But do you know what felt even better?”
“I can only imagine,” he said with a sneaky smile before taking a sip from his champagne flute.
I leaned forward so that only he would be able to hear what I said next. “When I thought about you while I was masturbating earlier today.”
It was so nice to throw him for a loop. Trevor definitely could not have ever predicted I would say that, much less admit to it. Smiling, I lifted my half-full champagne glass and toasted to the air between us. “Happy Birthday to me.”
“Veronica,” he said calmly, “who cares what people think. We’re friends, that’s it. You and I know that. Who gives a shit if anyone else thinks we’re sleeping together or just friends or whatever else they’re imagining.”
He was right, but still, it could easily be misconstrued between us.
“Vern, do you worry that much about being my imaginary girlfriend?” His eyes were playful.
“No, it’s not that, just, I don’t know. What do you think? Have you thought about it?” I was rambling and nervous.
I was totally taking the easy way out by not answering his question. I would be the queen of deflection on this issue. Because in my mind, I was thinking back to this morning and how he was the star in my sexual fantasy that I tapped into to make myself have an orgasm.
Yeah, this was getting weird. And was about to get even weirder.
“Of course I have. I’m a guy, Vern. I’m always thinking about sex.”
“With me?”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “Yes.”
Danger! Danger! I repeated in my head.
“And Vern,” he said in a low voice, “it was really hot.”
“Oh my God,” I muttered. I took a sip of the water that had been left on the table.
“You’re blushing,” he noticed with a chuckle. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed over. It’s a fact that any man you meet is going to always think about fucking you.”
“Trevor!” I whisper-shouted.
The waiter came over to leave our salads at the perfect time for me to digest this information. As soon as he walked away, my eyes tracked him while I thought about if what Trevor had said was true.
“Yes, Veronica, the waiter has thought about doing you ten ways to Sunday by now.” He took a forkful of food in his mouth. “And the maître d’ too. I bet the cab driver that drove you here thought the same thing.”
“Nope, my cabbie tonight was a woman.” I held my fork in the air in triumph.
“Like I was saying, I bet the cab driver that drove you here thought the same thing. Basically, any person you come in contact with is going to think about how you are in bed. It’s a point of fact. I’ve thought about it. Maybe at length. Maybe not. Who knows? Either way, it’s not a big deal.”
I was almost speechless at his carefree attitude about this. It wasn’t helping that he happened to pick up his champagne glass and take a sip. This accentuated the Adam’s apple on his throat. It actually was incredibly sexy, and my mind was veering right back to the gutter.
“You’re thinking about sex with me right now, aren’t you?” Trevor’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll let you off the hook for the rest of the night about this. Scout’s honor.”
It felt like minutes were going by as I warred with myself on whether or not to tell him the truth. Trevor was cool as a cucumber as he waited me out. Finally, I figured, we’re friends, right? Why not be open with my friend about the fact that I am and had thought about him sexually.
“Yes, I am.”
“Aha! I told you. See, it’s only natural. And doesn’t it feel so good to get it out there in the open between us? It’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, right?”
He might as well have stood up and taken a bow, he was so proud of himself for figuring me out. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I lifted my champagne glass. He met me halfway again and clinked mine. The sound of the crystal ringing could still be heard when I decided to knock him down a few pegs. “I do feel a lot less stressed about it, thanks Trevor. But do you know what felt even better?”
“I can only imagine,” he said with a sneaky smile before taking a sip from his champagne flute.
I leaned forward so that only he would be able to hear what I said next. “When I thought about you while I was masturbating earlier today.”
It was so nice to throw him for a loop. Trevor definitely could not have ever predicted I would say that, much less admit to it. Smiling, I lifted my half-full champagne glass and toasted to the air between us. “Happy Birthday to me.”
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MORE About The Best Man
Veronica Webber is single again after being in a loveless marriage way past its expiration date. For the first time in a very long time, she feels free and after being burned so badly by love in the past, any thought of romance is the last thing on her mind.
In walks a man from her past, Trevor Allen, a tall, dark, and handsome womanizer who is usually all about the bottom line. For Trevor that bottom line has always been made up of the countless notches on his bedpost. But when he sees Veronica after so many years, he can’t help but be drawn to her and know her again… even if that means being friend-zoned from the start.
As this unlikely pair spends more and more time together, they quickly realize that there might be something between them that goes past "just friends." But there’s just one tiny detail that makes this situation slightly more complicated… Trevor was Veronica’s ex-husband’s best man at their wedding nine years ago.
So when past mistakes and indiscretions come back to haunt them, will their happily ever after end before it even gets started?
Or will the best man win this time.
Veronica Webber is single again after being in a loveless marriage way past its expiration date. For the first time in a very long time, she feels free and after being burned so badly by love in the past, any thought of romance is the last thing on her mind.
In walks a man from her past, Trevor Allen, a tall, dark, and handsome womanizer who is usually all about the bottom line. For Trevor that bottom line has always been made up of the countless notches on his bedpost. But when he sees Veronica after so many years, he can’t help but be drawn to her and know her again… even if that means being friend-zoned from the start.
As this unlikely pair spends more and more time together, they quickly realize that there might be something between them that goes past "just friends." But there’s just one tiny detail that makes this situation slightly more complicated… Trevor was Veronica’s ex-husband’s best man at their wedding nine years ago.
So when past mistakes and indiscretions come back to haunt them, will their happily ever after end before it even gets started?
Or will the best man win this time.
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Born and raised in Miami, Florida, Barbie Bohrman dreamed of becoming an author. Long after she had given up, a book club’s prologue contest enticed her to give it one more go. What emerged were the beginnings of her debut novel, Promise Me. Now she’s living her dream and writing stories that entice readers to escape and break away from reality. When she’s not writing, you can find her trying to get through the books on her Kindle (more than a thousand at last count) or watching Sherlock or Seinfeld. She currently resides in New Jersey with her husband and two children.
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