Guess
Who is Coming on Friday?
Author of:
First
M.A. Grant
Best friends do everything
together—including falling in love…
Maya and Cat have been there
for each other through thick and thin, the good and the bad, the laughter and
the heartache. But with college graduation on the horizon and real life
looming, they find themselves facing an uncertain future: one where not even
friendship can save them from confusing choices, bad decisions, and the risks
of falling in love.
Maya knows that love only
leads to pain, and the best relationships are short—one night short. But after
waking up with Jake, her best friend’s older brother, in her bed, suddenly
things aren’t as cut and dry. Cat and Jake are close, a tight unit since their
parents’ death, and Cat will never forgive her if Jake gets hurt. Jake is a
firefighter, and is used to running into flames—not away from them, and Maya
can’t seem to resist. But she’s already decided her future, and it’s far away
from here. The only way to get what she’s always wanted is to burn every bridge
behind her, and destroy the possibility of a future with the one man she may be
willing to love.
When Cat Jacobs’s parents
died while she was in high school, her brother’s best friend Dallas Miller was
there to help pick up the pieces. Several years and a looming college graduation
later, Cat’s motorcycle-riding, tattooed knight is about to ride off into the
sunset—and leave her in his dust. She only has six days to convince him to
fulfil her secret fantasy of having him for her first before he’s gone forever.
She’s stubborn and he’s tempted, but this is a battle for more than just some
time in the bedroom—it’s a fight for both their futures.
‘So did you ask him?’ she
asks as she sits down. She knows about my plan. In fact, she’s tried to talk me
out of it. It was only when she realised how serious I was that she gave in and
agreed to help. She called it risk mitigation and I told her to stop trying to
use big words she found in my business textbooks. Even if she used it
correctly.
I sip my iced coffee. ‘A big fat no. Technically a hell
no.’
Maya frowns. ‘What’s wrong with him? Can’t he see you’re
freaking gorgeous?’
‘Says the woman scouted for modelling jobs,’ I retort.
Maya and I are studies in contrast. I’m thin and small
breasted, with nearly white-blonde hair and a swath of freckles over my nose.
Maya’s nothing but curves, with rich bronze skin and the thickest, most
luxurious tight curls I’ve ever seen. Seriously, when Maya walks into a room,
heads turn. Add those killer looks to her sharp wit and free-spirited
personality and any man is a goner. Too bad for the general population she
seems to have found the one.
Maybe I should try her methods …
She must be thinking the same thing because she asks
delicately, ‘How’d you ask him?’
‘We were having a normal conversation,’ I say. ‘We were
joking around and I asked him if he wanted to help de-virginise me and–’
Maya chokes on a sip of her latte. ‘De-virginise? That’s
not even a real word!’
‘He understood it fine.’
‘And he said no?’
I nod. She taps her finger on the side of her cup.
‘I didn’t expect that. I
mean, he’s so …’
‘Yeah. Trust me, I know.’
And I do, since I know exactly where her mind has drifted.
Maya’s first meeting with Dally had occurred our freshmen year when he came to
the mall to help us get Old Blue started. He’d come directly over from work, so
when he hopped off his motorcycle, he was still in his dirty, greasy mechanic’s
jumpsuit. The sun was high and the pavement hot and he swore and muttered under
his breath the entire time he laboured over the engine. About an hour in, he’d
given up on propriety and unzipped the jumpsuit partway, exposing his white
tank top, and tied the sleeves into a makeshift belt around his waist.
At that point, Maya made the excuse we were going to go buy
him some water and dragged me away to grill me about whether or not Dally and I
had done it. Thus, she learned about my virginity and my brother’s hot roommate
in one fell swoop and was not at all surprised when a few days ago I brought up
my plan.
Maya is still thinking. ‘Did he say why?’
I sigh and lean back in my chair. ‘Apparently he’s worried
Jake will get upset.’
‘That’s the understatement of the century,’ she mutters as
she takes another sip.
I glare at her. ‘This isn’t about Jake, okay? This is about
me and what I want.’
‘And what you want is …’
Dally. I push
that thought down quickly. ‘To lose it before commencement.’
Maya sees through me in an instant. Her eyes go all gooey
and sad. ‘Oh honey, I know how much you like Dallas–’
‘It’s fine. He said no. Whatever. I’ll find someone else.’
One of Maya’s greatest gifts is her expressive face, part
of the reason she’s an acting major. However, in moments like this when her
disapproval radiates over me, I really wish she wasn’t so good. ‘Catherine, you
only get one chance for this–’
I snort into my drink.
Maya’s frown deepens. ‘Ha ha. My point is this isn’t
something you want to rush.’
‘How do you know that?’ I gripe. ‘I have no religious
objections or a strong guilt complex. And I don’t have some strong emotional
attachment to my hymen–’
‘Ugh. That is such an ugly word.’ Maya shakes her head. ‘Hy-men.
Seriously, who came up with that? Some drunken gynaecologist?’
‘Actually, it’s Latin, stolen from the Greek. And how did
we get off topic?’ She tries to explain, but I ignore her commentary and forge
ahead. ‘I want the experience, Maya. Why can’t that just be enough?’
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