B: ABC, #1

By Olive Tulane

Blake and Blue are best friends. 

And after a heart-to-heart detailing their disappointing sex lives, Blue makes her an offer—one night of casual sex with orgasms guaranteed or her money back. 

When Blake agrees, a whole new world is opened up for her, but so is her heart. 

 

This friends-to-lovers story is 11,000+ words of cute, low angst, and spicy romance. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Olive Tulane
• Release date: Jul 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223813873

Book preview

Chapter 1

Iwaved from my front door as my friends got buckled into their cars and drove away. The noise behind me, coming from my kitchen, reminded me one person had yet to leave, though. I shut the front door and turned the deadbolt before joining my last guest in the kitchen.

This new bowl is nice. Where do I put it? Blue asked, referring to the blue porcelain bowl he was drying. It had held my homemade spinach and artichoke dip tonight, the dish I had chosen to bring to every holiday or get-together since I became an adult.

Cabinet above the dishwasher. Thanks for washing it.

Blue Warner was a friend of a friend that I met around a year and a half ago. He slowly infiltrated our group, and we became very close. Some people might even classify us as best friends. So Blue staying behind to hang out longer or help clean up after having friends over on a Saturday night wasn’t unusual.

He placed the bowl with the rest of the set before closing the cabinet. It’s no problem. You’re the host. You shouldn’t have to be clean-up crew too. He passed me on his way out of the kitchen. I’m going to straighten up the living room, and that’ll be everything.

I trailed behind Blue into the living room, taking a spot on the edge of a chair. He returned the throw pillows to their places on the couch, collected any remaining napkins or cups, and even adjusted the figurine sitting on my mantle on his way to the kitchen trash.

What do you want to do now? Blue asked as he came back, stopping to fluff a pillow.

My eyebrows wiggled. Want me to break out the good stuff?

Blake! he jokingly chastised. Trying to get me drunk?

I went to the bar cart stationed inside the fake fireplace and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Fine. I’ll just pour one for me since you don’t want any....

Before I could grab a glass, Blue was by my side.

I didn’t say that. He grabbed two glasses and the bottle from my hand. Caramel whiskey? He shook his head as he set everything on the coffee table. Is this going to be like that repulsive mango habanero one you made me try?

We sat side by side on the couch. I bumped his arm with mine. You liked that one.

Actually, I spit it out when you weren’t looking.

I fake gasped. Blue Warner!

He cracked the seal on the new bottle and poured some into each glass. We each took our bit of whiskey, Blue holding his up as he spoke. I promise to tell you if I hate it this time. We clinked glasses before taking an experimental sip.

The depth of the whiskey, the burn mixed with sweetness, was a satisfying experience I could never find in vodka or tequila. I savored my drink, thinking of all the ways I could drink it in the winter.

I watched Blue’s face as he processed the heat sliding down his throat and settling in his chest, but he didn’t look put off by it.

He drank a bit more, smacking his lips together. I like this one.

I raised one eyebrow. Really? You aren’t going to pour it in one of my fake plants when I leave the room?

Blue sat up straight, and with a