Captivate her: Laws of Seduction Book 1 Read Online Free

under my lashes and am again reminded how handsome he is. I have to suppress the urge to reach out and touch him. I long to rub my hand along the stubble on his jaw and feel its roughness.
    Before the fact that I am staring becomes obvious, the lights of the train flash on and off a few times before leaving us in darkness again. Panic at being trapped in a dark and confined space conflicts with the exhilaration of spending more time with James. I try to suppress the restless energy he inspires in me. He reaches over and pulls me closer as he whispers reassuringly, “I’m sure they will have us out of here soon.”  I wonder if anyone realizes that I am sitting here stranded on this train and if they are worried about me. Maybe James has a girlfriend or even a wife who is waiting for him. The thought of James with a wife makes me feel a bit ill. I must have unconsciously drawn away because James readjusts our positions, drawing me back. “What is it?”
    I clear my throat to dispel the lump that has risen there. “Do you have a girlfriend waiting for you at home?”
    “No, no girlfriend.”
    He doesn’t elaborate, so I tease, “No mother, sister? Not even a dog?”
    “My mother doesn’t usually get lumped into the same category as dogs, but no, none of the above. Not even a goldfish.”
    Relief surges through me with the knowledge that James has not been so familiar with me while his girlfriend waits for him at home. That would be just too gross. I   hate to think that I was getting   comfortable on some other girl’s man, and I do mean “on,” since I was practically lying on top of him. 
    James interrupts my thoughts with his next question. “How about you? Anyone waiting for you at home?”
    “Just my roommate Sam.” James tenses and I wonder why my having a roommate should put him on edge.
    He clears his throat. “You have a male roommate?”
    It takes me a moment to process what he means. “Sam? What… Samantha? No, she is definitely a girl. Didn’t I mention her earlier?” I feel James relax beside me. Maybe I just imagined it, because surely he is not jealous. I chuckle inwardly at the thought of anyone thinking Sam was a man. She is a girly girl if I ever met one. If it weren’t for Sam and her sister, my wardrobe would consist of jeans and t-shirts, because I hate shopping. Don’t get me wrong. I love wearing beautiful clothes. It’s shopping for them that bores me to tears. Sam, on the other hand, could make shopping a full-time job.
    “The one you are meeting for drinks tonight?”
    I give a little nod. “Yes, that’s her, but I guess that won’t be happening now.”
    “Is it just the two of you?”
    I nod again. “We have lived together for three years now. We took over her sister’s lease on an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen two years ago. It was a good deal.”
    “Where in Hell’s Kitchen?”
    “51st Street, between 9th and 10th Avenue.”
    I sense a note of censure in James’s voice. “That is not the safest area. I doubt you even have a doorman.”
    In an exasperated huff, I chastise him. “Hell’s Kitchen is not some kind of slum. It has some really nice buildings and a lot more diversity than you would find on the Upper East Side. I’ll have you know that I live next door to the best falafel place in the entire city. I defy you to find better falafel. Besides which, not all of us can afford doormen and concierge service buildings.”
    “Fine, fine let’s call a truce. I won’t criticize your neighborhood anymore if you stop talking about falafel. I don’t think I can handle any more talk of food, since we have now missed dinner and it looks like we will be lucky to get back to the city in time for breakfast.”
    Hmm, good point. Somehow I don’t feel hungry, probably due to the extra-large serving of hormones dancing around in my system, but it has been a long time since lunch. “If you’re really hungry, I think I might have some gummi bears in my bag.”
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