Trust Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy
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Authors: K E Osborn
Holy Shit! What did I just read?
Aiden....Yum.....Hot, sexy an rich. Need I say more? Hit
me with your Aston Martin any day.
This story has a little of everything, love, angst, and mystery. I recommend you read this series.
I really liked this story but it does include a cliffy :(
I can not wait for the next book......Did you hear me K.E Osborn? I can’t wait!
- Melissa
Imaromancejunkie.blogspot.com
Jenifer has some serious trust issues. From the moment he ran into her (literally with his car) Aiden has known there was something special about her. In-between their budding relationship his family (well his
father), an ex he can’t get away from, and corporate embezzlement could tear them apart unless Jenifer can Trust him.
I’m totally in love with Aidan where can I find one of
him? (Shhh don’t tell my husband I said that) ;) Great story with an interesting plot line. Loved Sarah and Chrìs’s banter it helped lighten up the story so further down the line it didn’t seem so dark. It was easy to get into the roles of the characters especially what kind of smart ass remarks I would
make to Alistair for Jeni. The story draws you in and doesn’t wanna let you go.
- Maria Trojanowski
I really enjoyed this book. It started off as a boy meets girl type of romance but picked up really quick and evolved into more than just
your average romance about trusting men. Can I have book 2 Like now?!?! Great book with a hot, sexy, sweet guy!! Looking for a new book boyfriend.
Check Aiden out!!
- Stephannie Tolitsky
The Trust Me? Trilogy
By K E Osborn
Copyright 2013 K E Osborn
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Dedicated to the best mother a girl could ask for.
Thank you Mummy Poos!
First and foremost I want to thank my mother Kaylene Osborn. Without her help and support I’d never have gotten this far! Most authors I’ve
seen thank their parents but don’t want them to read their “erotic” works. Without the help and endless efforts from my mother, this book would never have been published, so again Mummy Poos - thank you.
It may seem a little strange that the second person I thank
is my gorgeous crazy-mad dog, Bella. Without her constant love and perfect timing distraction tactics, I probably would have overloaded on Aiden and Jeni - so, Bella, thank you for being the most adorable and loving best friend.
To all my friends who tirelessly read and re-read
Trust Me?
as it was coming to life, I know you’re all probably sick to death of Aiden and Jeni by now, but without your guidance and help, it wouldn’t be as fulfilling as it is.
Marni - THANK YOU! You were one of those who read and re-read every time I made a change and truly made my day with text messages asking to read it again because you were having withdrawals. You truly made my day with that one.
Kim - thank you for your thoughts and ideas to help me through this process and for all the laughter you bring me every time we talk. You are a great friend and I’d be lost without you.
Trudy, no one read this book quicker than you. Thank you for
your kind words and for giving me the confidence to admit that this book might actually be okay.
Kelly - You’ve helped me so much with getting this book out there. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for answering
all
my
millions of questions, even if some were completely ridiculous. Without your help and support, I would have been lost. THANK YOU!
To Devin, my editor, Thank you so much for helping my book
reach its full potential. Thank you for putting up with the endless emails from me and always being happy to answer any questions I had. You’re a rock star!
To my BETA readers (in no particular order) Alison, Joanna, Stephanie, Maria, Kristine, Melinda, Jennifer, Melissa, Deborah and Laura. I
thank you sincerely for your efforts and constructive criticism. Your help made this book readable.
Shannon, thank you for helping me with the giveaways for this book. Without your help the bookmarks wouldn’t be available. I really do
appreciate everything you have done.
Last of all, I want to thank YOU, the reader. Aiden’s and Jeni’s journey is just beginning. As you follow these two people who overcome
all the odds and still find their way to each other, I know you will fall in love with them as I have.
Stay tuned because Book II
Love Me?
of The Trust Me? Trilogy is on its way!
Thank you,
Much love
K E Osborn
xoxo
Trust
-
n.
1
Firm belief in the reliability, truth, or strength etc, of a person or thing.
2
Confident expectation.
3
Obligation or responsibility (for a thing or person
committed to one’s care) (
have fulfilled my trust
).
Pocket Oxford Dictionary Fourth Edition / www.dictionary.com
I
t’s
a warm evening. Everyone around me at the party is wearing short shorts, skimpy tops and showing as much flesh as they
can get away with without being illegal. I’m contemplating whether or not to get a drink when I look up and find myself surrounded by people I don’t know, except for my best friend, Sarah, sitting next to me and, let’s just say,
occupied.
I’m the only single person at the party. It’s starting to get late, and I’m sick of sitting with my cell phone playing on Facebook, waiting for someone to come and talk to me. I don’t know why I always think
someone will surely come and talk to me when no one ever does.
I cough purposely to get Sarah’s attention through her intimate lip-locking with some guy. I talk loudly to be heard over the lousy music that’s playing.
“I’m leaving.”
She puts her hand up to shoo me away.
“See you at home then.”
She signals the thumbs-up, and that’s my cue to leave.
Sarah Carlisle is strikingly gorgeous - long, wavy brown
hair, tall, thin, tanned, everything I’m not. The guys love her, and she loves them too. Me, on the other hand, I’m no oil painting, plain and boring. I’m short, have long blonde hair, and am not voluptuous, but I am curvy. In fact,
I’m nothing special, just Jenifer, your average girl-next-door. I have a great job, which I’ve had for two years, as a receptionist at an automotive repair shop. ADF Automotive Repairs is not too far from home in the big city of Mornington Vale, California, where I live with Sarah and her entourage of guys
who come and stay, sometimes for a couple weeks, sometimes a couple days or for the night, depending on how good they are in bed. Sarah’s house, bought by her parents, is medium sized; it’s amazing how easily you can hear from one end of
the house to the other. I don’t mind though. The guys are always nice to me when we bump into each other at all hours of the night. Normally they walk in on me in the bathroom. For some reason, men don’t like to knock.
I haven’t had a boyfriend or even a potential boyfriend for nearly three years since He Who Shall Not Be Named, as Sarah calls my ex, stealing the line from Harry Potter. We met when we were eighteen, and we were
together for five years. It wasn’t the best relationship in the world; he was overly controlling and insanely jealous. He controlled every aspect of my life, including my bank account, and would let me have only small amounts of money. I could never buy anything I wanted for myself, even though it was my money. He
would tell me what I could and couldn’t eat for every meal, even down to what snacks I could have. There was even a time when he would set the temperature of my shower. He couldn’t stand me complaining, which I did often, probably due to
the fact that my whole life was being dictated to me. He would go out all the time without me and then yell and scream when I’d question where he’d been and who he’d been with. After five years of being together and submitting to his
every command, and dealing with his overactive thoughts of me betraying him,
he
strayed and left me for the girl he cheated with. Even though our relationship was never hearts and flowers it left me shattered and heartbroken because, controlling and demanding as he was, I loved him. Since then, I haven’t trusted men. I figure if you don’t date then you can’t get hurt. It’s as simple as that.
* * *
I slap the cell phone, wondering why the alarm won’t turn
off, and open my eyes to another day, a day just like any other, or so I thought. I finally look at my cell phone and turn off the alarm. With a big sigh, I stretch and sit up in the bed and take a couple of minutes getting my bearings. I’m exhausted from last night’s party, even though all I did was play
on my cell phone. I mean who has a party on a Sunday?
I get up and put on my robe. I’ve learned this is a good idea since I never know who is going to be in the kitchen. As I thought, Sarah’s
guy from the party is here, in boxer shorts, making coffee. He turns around to see me gawking at his masculine physique. My mood shifts from complete exhaustion to intrigued and slightly happy. I knew he was a looker at the party, but now he’s standing in our kitchen half-naked with disheveled
shoulder-length blond hair. His green eyes shine brightly in the light. He has broad shoulders leading down to his ripped stomach like a Greek god. His glowing skin is completely tanned, and drop-dead sexy. Somehow I manage to
close my mouth.
“Good morning,” he says.
“Uh-huh,” I say, walking past him with my head down and a smile that I hope he doesn’t see. Making my way to the fridge, I open it to
grab some milk for my coffee, only to find he’s used the last of it. My mood shifts to being annoyed. I glare at him.
“Sorry, I used all the milk,” he says with a cheeky smile.
“So I see.”
He shrugs and takes his coffee back to Sarah’s room.
I’m getting ready for work, without my breakfast. I figure since it’s warm today I’ll wear my new white blouse and black knee-length skirt to work. Through the closed door, I can hear Sarah and Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy Milk
Stealer giggling and mucking around in her room. I shake my head. I’m glad
she’s
having a good time.
“Hey, Sarah, I’m leaving for work. Have a great day.”
I decide to drive through McDonald’s to get a coffee.
“That will be a dollar fifty, thank you. Would you like anything else with your order today?” I feel like saying “if I wanted something else I would’ve asked for it!” But I restrain myself; I’m not normally this
moody.
I start the commute to work in my new Chevy Spark. I love my car, especially since it’s in my favorite color—pink. I put the radio on, hoping for some uplifting music to cheer me up. Taylor Swift sings about
breaking up. Normally I’d be singing along. It always reminds me of my ex and how we are
never
getting back together. It’s like my own personal anthem, but today, for some reason, I feel an overwhelming sense of loss and loneliness. Tears well in my eyes as I think of He Who Shall Not Be Named, and I start to sob uncontrollably. It’s making it hard to drive as the tears flow down my cheeks and blur my vision. I wipe my eyes with a tissue, hoping I don’t smudge my makeup.
I start to calm down as the song finishes. I take a sip of my coffee and eventually relax. I’m almost at work; it’s only one block away as I pull up at the traffic lights, and I hear a screech followed by a loud bang. The car behind me crashes into the rear end of my car with another loud bang. I
jolt forward, spilling my coffee all over my new white blouse.
“
For fucks sake.
”
A chain collision. Great! Just what I need.
I get out of my car as the two drivers of the other damaged
vehicles are exchanging insurance details. I look down to see my new white blouse and part of my skirt are covered with a colossal coffee stain. To top it off, I’m going to be late for work, and I’m burned. Perfect! I should have a
flashing neon sign saying
Beware
on my forehead because I’m not in the mood for any nonsense and likely to snap at the nearest person.
Luckily the hit wasn’t bad, a few minor dents and scratches.
I lean up against the side panel as the man who rear-ended my car walks over to me. I feel myself getting angrier and angrier with each step he takes. It boils over, and I point at him and start my tirade of abuse.
“You men are all the same. You’re all bad drivers, you know
that? If you’d stayed back far enough when you pulled up behind me, when
you
got hit
you
wouldn’t have hit me, you moron. Look at me. Look what you did. My coffee spilled all over me, and I have to go to work, which I’m now
late for, thanks to you and Mr. Bad Drivers Anonymous over there...
“Why are you all staring at me? Haven’t you seen an angry woman before?”
I let out a big sigh. I can feel the tears starting to well
again, but there’s no way I’m letting this A-hole get the better of me.
“Sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have stopped so close to your car. I’m sorry about the coffee. Are you okay?” he asks.
I huff.
“I’ll buy you some new clothes and pay for the damages to your car and—”
“I don’t need your charity, thank you. The insurance company will cover the damages anyway.” I give him my details. I don’t bother getting
his. I figure since
he
crashed into
me,
he
can sort it out, and I wanted out of there as soon as possible.
“And you’re a douche bag too!” I yell out to the guy who is the instigator of the accident. I get back into my car, slamming the door.
* * *
I pull up at the driveway at work, feeling like an idiot for acting the way I did in front of strangers. What’s wrong with me today? My boss, Melinda Starke, is waiting for me in the parking lot. I’m never late for
work. She’s probably worried considering I’m now nearly an hour late. I park my Chevy as Mel rushes over to me.
“Are you okay?”
I start to ramble. “Sarah’s stupid Greek god used all the
milk, which meant I had no breakfast. Then the coffee went all over me from the crash and—”
“
What
? You had a car crash? Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little rattled.” I give Mel a
rundown of the accident and she agrees to take a look at the damage.
“Come inside so we can get you cleaned up.”
After spending some time in the bathroom trying to wash the
coffee stain from my clothes, I make my way to my desk. I start to think what a bad day this has been. And it’s only ten a.m.
I sit down at my desk, turn on my computer, and open my email program to get started on my workload when the phone rings.
“Good morning. ADF Automotive Repairs, Jeni speaking.”
A man’s deep, sexy voice politely says, “Hi, Jeni, my name’s Aiden O’Connell. Unfortunately, I’ve been in a minor car accident, and I was
wondering if I could make an appointment to have my car repaired?”
I find myself lost in his sensual voice, and it takes a few seconds to realize he’s stopped talking. I shake my head to snap out of my reverie.
“Of course.” I check our availability. “We’ve had a cancellation this afternoon; we can fit you in for a consultation. One of our mechanics and body repairers can take a look at your vehicle and give you an estimate.” I sigh as I manage to snap myself back into reality.
“Sounds good. What time?”
I find myself starting to imagine what this man looks like, maybe a blond jock type.
“Say about two p.m. Bob and Mark will be free then. Please
park your vehicle in the parking lot at the front. Then come into the main office and ask for Jeni. I’ll get it all sorted out for you.”
He didn’t need to come into the main office. He could go straight to the repair shop, but I wanted to see who this mystery man was.
“Great, see you soon.”
I smile a huge childish grin. “See you at two p.m., Mr. O’Connell.” and we both hang up. I continue on with the invoicing.
I don’t know why I’m so excited to see this Aiden O’Connell. I know nothing about him, other than his voice is mesmerizing. I spend the next few hours invoicing and photocopying, and then I decide to email Sarah to see how things are going at home.
To: Sarah Carlisle
From: Jenifer Taylor
Subject: Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy Milk Stealer!
Hey Sez,
Imagine my surprise this morning to see that manly eye candy in our kitchen stealing all the milk! I had no breakfast because of him and then I had a minor car accident and spilled my coffee on my new white blouse,
so I look great! Don’t worry I’m fine, no need to panic. Some dick rear-ended me; I was in a 3-car pile up OMG!!!
Anyway tell him to get out of bed and go buy me more milk by
the time I get home!
Luv me xoxo
P.S. Is he any good???
I giggle to myself as I imagine her reaction to the car
crash. She’ll be all panicked, and then when she reads about the coffee spilling, she’ll be in hysterics, as my friends always see the funny side of my misfortune. I get back to my work, answer the phone a few more times, and look
up at the clock. Only twenty minutes have passed since the last time I looked. I huff to myself and continue to get on with my work until lunchtime. I hear the repair shop alarm ring at its usual time of twelve thirty. The guys will be in the lunchroom soon. I better get in there before they make their usual mess,
which somehow I always end up cleaning. Luckily I get to the fridge before the guys do. I pull out a sandwich and a can of Sunkist, all provided by the company. Every day they provide lunch for their twelve employees. Before I can
shut the fridge door, I feel a slap on my ass.
“Ouch!”
All the guys crack up.
“Same joke every day, Tim. Get some new material,” I say,
louder than my usual voice.
The guys all look stunned, as I usually laugh it off with them, but my bad mood strikes again. I shake my head as the guys start to talk among themselves. I go back to my desk.
I nibble on my sandwich as I check my Inbox. “Twelve new
emails, yay,” I say sarcastically as I start to open them one by one. Most are junk emails, coupons and daily horoscopes. I hit delete one after the other, and then I notice a reply from Sarah.
To: Jenifer Taylor
From: Sarah Carlisle
Subject: MY Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy Milk Stealer!
Hey Jen Pen!
OMG u were in an accident? R u sure you’re okay? If u have a sore neck or something u can always claim worker’s comp lol! I luv that new white blouse, is it completely ruined? (by the way, trust u to spill coffee on
yourself) anyway that’s enough about u lets talk about me.
So Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy Milk Stealer (awesome name by the way) his actual name is Chris, and oh man he’s soooooo gorgeous I don’t know how I
landed this one Jeni! He’s so sexy, nice, sexy, caring, very sexy, considerate, and extremely sexy, he can cook oh and did I forget to say, amazingly sexy! He made me breakfast in bed, even though it was at like eleven fifty its still breakfast right? I think this one is a keeper, I really do, gaaaa I’m so
excited, Sarah and Chris sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!
