Bradley's Whistle (P.ornstars of Romance #2) Read Online Free Page A

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    “She just needs a time-out, Bradley. Andi assumed you could offer her the privacy she needed, and according to her, you have unusual contacts.”
    When we stopped at a light, Bradley—oh, lord, I give up. Bradley it is—glanced over his shoulder, his piercing green eyes watching me intently.
    “Did someone hurt you?” he asked, a storm of anger rolling over his handsome features.
    Damn, he was gorgeous, and anger only seemed to highlight his hotness factor. His handsome face morphed from sulking to ferocious in a heartbeat, and I tried hard not to stare. I was surprised he jumped to the conclusion that someone might have hurt me. Did I look like a damn damsel in distress? Okay, I was small . . . and pale, but I could take care of myself.
    “Kasper needs to be neutered,” Casey murmured, and I sent him a shut-the-f-up look. In his usual nonchalant style, he ignored me. “Unfortunately, we run a grooming spa, not a veterinary clinic; otherwise, I’d give it a try myself.”
    Bradley’s gaze leapt from me to Casey. The honk of a horn behind us thankfully had his attention back on the road ahead. We drove for what seemed hours—but according to Lionel, it was no more than twenty minutes—before Bradley drove his sleek car into the security gated parking garage beneath a ginormous building that put Oprah’s mansion to shame.
    It was an older looking brick building with tall stained glass windows and quaint eaves. It really looked almost shabby from the outside, but its size told me it was something special. When the car pulled to a stop, Casey, Lionel, and I all popped our doors open. When Bradley didn’t move, we paused simultaneously.
    “You can stay, all of you. I’m working most the damn time anyway, so it’s not like I’ll be around much.” He turned in his seat and pinned me with a hard stare. It was scowly, tough, and so darn sexy I thought I might cream my panties right there. “You and me, pussycat, we are going to talk about this situation of yours at a later date. Casey might not be able to neuter, but I sure as hell know someone who can.”
    I was confused, thrilled, and pissed off all at the same time. He’d called me pussycat, and damn if that wasn’t humiliating. But the fact he had the confidence to dress me up with a pet name was also kind of hot, and when he suggested neutering someone for me . . . well, that was just way too cool! I smiled, and it seemed to catch Bradley by surprise. Yep, Bradley. It felt right. There was no way I was calling him Emerson.
    “That’s really sexy. You’re like my own personal badass.” I leaned forward until our noses were almost touching. The car was deathly silent, neither Casey or Lionel even moved. “I think I’m going to keep you.” His confident smile fell. “And, Bradley, my name is Wiska, not pussycat.” Well, that just shocked everyone, including myself. Bradley’s eyes widened with my bold declaration, but a cool arrogant smirk found its way back in place before any of us had a chance to move.
    “How about we make a deal? You call me Emerson, and I’ll call you Wiska?”
    “Why? Do you have a multiple personality disorder or something? I’m not calling you by anything other than your name. That’s all I’m asking for in return.”
    Bradley winked at me. “Well, that’s just too bad, pussycat. How about you climb that cute little behind of yours out of the car, and I’ll show you where you’ll be staying for the remainder of your visit?”
    We were so close I could have licked his lips; I could feel his warm breath, and a childish place inside me that wasn’t buried very deep, wanted to poke my tongue out at him. Instead, I huffed indignantly and moved back, putting a little space between us.
    “Oh, Wiska, like whiskers on a pussycat. I get it!” said Casey, snapping his fingers. “Pussycat. That’s very witty, Bradley.”
    Bradley rolled his eyes as we all stood from the car.
    “Alrighty, now that that’s