Fall Into Love (Simone: Part One Naughty Nookie Series) Read Online Free Page B

There’s no just about it!  A
boutique hotel in central Manhattan, it costs a bomb to stay
there.  I only know because Eddie works there as PA to the MD
of the company.
    “ Wow, you’ve really made
it, huh?” I mutter with a low whistle.  “I thought all writers
were struggling artists.”
    He shrugs and for a moment, looks completely
uncomfortable.  “I’ve done okay, I guess.”
    There’s made it, and then
there’s the Kensington Park made it. But rather than argue, when I
know it has to be anything but okay to afford those kinds of prices, I let the topic
drop.  I’m not interested in the man’s pockets, more like what
lies between them. 
    “ I can’t wait to find one
of your books.  Are you sure you don’t write under a
pseudonym?  Why haven’t I heard of you?”
    “ Mustn’t be your kind of
genre,” he murmurs with a shrug and looks away.  The
discomfort I noticed earlier when discussing his work has
reappeared.  I don’t want to give it a chance to fester and
spoil the moment. 
    So, I change the subject again and ask, “Do
you want to show me your hotel room?”
    “ Ouch,” he mutters with a
grin.  “First base, thanks to my hotel room.  I could be
staying in a cardboard box down in the basement.  Complete
with fleas and mites.  Does that hold the same
appeal?”
    Rather than reply, I allow my foot to slip
out of my shoe and slip it between his legs.  “If that’s the
case, I’ll give it a chance.”
    His brows lift and his eyes widen as my foot
nudges his cock, rubbing along the length.  I’m surprised at
my own audacity, so it’s no wonder he is.  “Really? Want me,
want my cardboard box?”
    Slowly, I nod and let my foot move away.
 The sensitive flesh of the sole tingles with sensory memory
of that hardness against my flesh.  Christ, I’m wet
already.  By the time he does anything in any way sexual with
me, I’ll be a pile of molten goo. 
    And you know what? I’m not entirely averse
to that thought.
    With his hand still in mine, he stands and
tugs me up and on to my feet.  Before I can do anything, he
pulls out three ten dollar bills from his pocket, places them on
the table underneath a sweating glass of soda, and pulls me out of
the booth before I can do more than squeak in complaint. 
    I only get a chance to glare at him, when
we’re outside and sitting in a taxi. 
    “ You did it again!” I
whine.  Despite myself, I can’t help it.  I’m
charmed!  Not every southern boy is a gent; just like not
every southern girl is a lady.  Chivalry is a dying trait,
even down south, but still, that Zane had been taught it, gets to
me like wildfire.  Being treated with respect is
thrilling.  After years of marriage to a man who didn’t give a
damn about me or my wants, to come face to face with someone who
does is heady stuff. 
    I’ll willingly pay my way. It’s not like I
can afford it, but that doesn’t matter.  I’ll do it. 
Going Dutch, at a minimum, is only fair.  And I’m nothing if
not fair. 
    Didn’t I, the only spouse who brought any
income into the household, who paid for everything from eggcups to
a TV set, agree to go halves with all our worldly possessions, when
Dan and I got divorced?  
    You can’t say fairer than that, can you?
    Either that or I’m a moron.
    Could be that makes more sense.
    “ I’ll pay for something,”
I promise him, the words a warning. 
    He merely smiles.  “How about breakfast
in bed, tomorrow?”  In the shadowed cab of the taxi, I can see
the gleam of his white teeth as his grin widens. “Did that sound as
corny as it sounded to me?”
    “ Yeah,” I admit with a
chuckle.  “It did.  But I’ll pay for breakfast in bed;
with pleasure.”
    There’s a huge smile on my
face as I turn to look out of the window.  As my head turns,
my eyes are caught by the taxi driver’s in the rear-view
mirror.  It’s only then that I realize the driver is a woman
and that she’s looking at me with an amused,