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JULES

NOTHING GOOD EVER CAME FROM RIGHT-SWIPING ON A GUY HOLDING A FISH
on a dating app. Double red flags if said guy’s name was Todd.
I should’ve known better, yet there I was, sitting alone at The Bronze
Gear, D.C.’s hottest bar, and drinking my hideously expensive vodka soda
after being stood up.
That’s right.

I’d been stood up for the very first time by a fish-wielding Todd. It was
enough to make a girl say fuck it and throw away sixteen dollars on one
drink even though she didn’t have a full-time salary yet.

What was it with men and fish pictures, anyway? Couldn’t they choose
something more creative, like cage diving with sharks? Also marine animal-
centric, but less mundane.
Maybe the fish was an odd thing to fixate on, but it prevented me from
dwelling on the awfulness of my day and the hot, sticky embarrassment
coating my skin.

Get caught in a sudden downpour halfway to campus with nary an
umbrella in sight? Check. (Five percent chance of rain, my ass. I should sue
the weather app company).
Get trapped in an overcrowded metro train that stunk of body odor for
forty minutes due to a power problem? Check.

Go on a three-hour apartment hunt which resulted in two blistered feet
and zero leads? Check.
After such a hellish day, I wanted to cancel my date with Todd, but I’d
already postponed twice—once for a rescheduled study group, the other when I was feeling under the weather—and I hadn’t wanted to leave him
hanging again. So I sucked it up and showed up, only to get stood up.

The universe had a sense of humor, all right, and it was a shitty one.
I finished the rest of my drink and flagged down the bartender. “Can I
get the check please?” Happy hour had just started, but I couldn’t wait to go
home and curl up with the two real loves of my life. Netflix and Ben &
Jerry’s never let me down.

“It’s already covered.”
When my eyebrows shot up, the bartender tilted her head toward a table
of preppy-looking twenty-something guys in the corner. Likely consultants,
based on their outfits. One of them, a Clark Kent lookalike in a gingham
shirt, raised his glass and smiled at me. “Courtesy of Clark the Consultant.”
I stifled a laugh even as I raised my own glass and smiled back at him.

So I wasn’t the only one who thought he looked like Superman’s alter ego.
“Clark the Consultant saved me from eating instant ramen for dinner, so
cheers to him,” I said.
That was sixteen dollars I could keep in my bank account, though I left
a tip anyway. I used to work in the food service industry, and it made me
obsessive about over tipping.

No one dealt with more assholes on a
consistent basis than service workers.
I finished my free drink and kept my eyes locked on Clark the
Consultant, whose gaze swept appreciatively over my face, hair, and body.

I didn’t believe in false humility—I knew I looked good. And I knew if
I walked over to that table right now, I could soothe my bruised ego with
more drinks, compliments, and maybe an orgasm or two later if he knew
what he was doing.
Tempting…but no. I was too exhausted to go through the whole hookup
song and dance.

I turned away, but not before catching the flash of disappointment on his
face. To his credit, Clark the Consultant understood the implied message—
thank you for the drink, but I’m not interested in taking things further—and
didn’t try to approach me, which was more than I could say for most men.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and was about to grab my coat from
the hook beneath the bar when a deep, cocky drawl sent every hair on the
back of my neck on end.
“Hey, JR.”

Two words. That was all it took to trigger my fight or flight. Honestly, it
was a Pavlovian response at this point. When I heard his voice, my blood
pressure skyrocketed.
Every. Single. Time.
And the day just keeps getting better.
My fingers tightened around my bag strap before I forced them to relax.
I would not give him the satisfaction of provoking any discernible reaction
from me.

With that in mind, I took a deep breath, rearranged my features into a
neutral expression, and slowly turned around, where I was greeted with the
world’s most unwelcome sight to go along with the world’s most
unwelcome sound.
Josh fucking Chen.
All six feet of him, clad in dark jeans and a white button-down shirt that
was just fitted enough to show off his muscles. No doubt he planned it that
way. He probably spent more time on his appearance than I did, and I
wasn’t exactly low maintenance. Merriam-Webster should stamp his face
next to the word vain.

The worst part was, Josh was technically good-looking. Thick dark hair,
high cheekbones, sculpted body. All the things I was a sucker for…if they
weren’t attached to an ego so large it required its own zip code.
“Hi, Joshy,” I cooed, knowing how much he hated the nickname. I
could thank Ava, my best friend and Josh’s sister, for that gold nugget of
information.

Annoyance sparked in his eyes, and I smiled. The day was looking up
already.
To be fair, Josh was the one who’d insisted on calling me JR first. It was
short for Jessica Rabbit, the cartoon character. Some people might take it as
a compliment, but when you were a redhead with double Ds, the constant
comparison got old fast, and he knew it.

“Drinking alone?” Josh shifted his attention to the empty bar stools on
either side of me. It wasn’t peak happy hour yet, and the most coveted seats
were the booths lining the oak-paneled walls, not at the bar. “Or have you
already scared off everyone within a twenty-foot radius?”
“Funny you should mention scaring people off.” I eyed the woman
standing next to Josh.

She was beautiful, with brown hair, brown eyes, and
a lithe body clad in an incredible graphic-print wrap dress. Too bad her good taste didn’t extend to men, if she was on a date with him. “I see
you’ve recovered from your bout of syphilis long enough to sucker another
unsuspecting woman into a date.” I directed my next words to the brunette.
“I don’t know you, but I already know you could do way better. Trust me.”

Did Josh actually have syphilis? Maybe. Maybe not. He slept around
enough I wouldn’t be surprised if he did, and I wouldn’t be upholding girl
code if I didn’t warn Wrap Dress about the possibility of contracting an
STD.

Instead of recoiling, she laughed. “Thanks for the warning, but I think
I’ll be okay.”
“Making jokes about STDs. How original.” If Josh was bothered by me
insulting him in front of his date, he didn’t show it. “I hope your oral
arguments are more creative, or you’ll have a tough time in the legal world.
Assuming you pass the bar, of course.”
His mouth curved into a smirk, revealing a tiny dimple in his left cheek.

I held back a snarl. I hated that dimple. Every time it popped up, it
mocked me, and I wanted nothing more than to stab it with a knife.
“I’ll pass,” I said coolly, reining in my violent thoughts. Josh always
brought out the worst in me. “Better hope you don’t get sued for medical
malpractice, Joshy, or I’ll be the first to offer my services to the other
party.”

I’d busted my ass to get a spot at Thayer Law and a job offer from
Silver & Klein, the prestigious law firm I interned for last summer. I wasn’t
about to let my dreams of becoming a lawyer slip away when I was so
close.

No freaking way.
I was going to pass the bar exam, and Josh Chen was going to eat his
words. Hopefully, he’d choke on them too.
“Big talk for someone who hasn’t even graduated yet.” Josh leaned
against the bar and propped his forearm on the counter, looking irritatingly
like a model posing for a GQ spread. He switched subjects before I could
fire another retort. “You’re awfully dressed up for a solo date.”

His gaze swept from my curled hair to my made-up face before
lingering on the gold pendant resting against my cleavage.My spine turned to iron. Unlike Clark the Consultant, Josh’s scrutiny seared into my flesh, hot and mocking. The metal from my necklace flamed against my skin, and it was all I could do not to yank it off and pelt it in his smug face.

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Author Ana Huang

Ana Huang is a prolific author known for her captivating romance novels that have garnered a dedicated following. Born and raised in a multicultural family, Ana’s upbringing greatly influenced her writing style and the themes she explores in her works. While specific details about her personal life are scarce, her literary journey is a testament to her passion for storytelling and her commitment to connecting with readers on an emotional level.

Ana’s love for writing blossomed at a young age, fueled by her voracious appetite for books across various genres. Inspired by authors like Jane Austen, Nicholas Sparks, and Sarah Dessen, she began experimenting with her own narratives, delving into the complexities of human relationships and the intricacies of love. Despite facing initial doubts and insecurities, Ana persevered, honing her craft through countless hours of writing and self-reflection.

In 2015, Ana made her debut as an author with the release of her first novel, “If We Ever Meet Again.” The novel received praise for its poignant storytelling and well-developed characters, marking the beginning of Ana’s journey as a published author. With each subsequent release, Ana’s readership continued to grow, drawn to her evocative prose and relatable portrayals of love and loss.

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