Fated: Karma Series, Book Three Read Online Free Page A

looked for the chips I’d been snacking on earlier. Luck had already snagged the bag and was sharing them with Murphy, who stood next to her. I reached out a hand and he tilted the bag in my direction.
    “Ugh.” Fate grumbled from beside me and pocketed his phone.
    “Lost?”
    “Don’t worry, I always win in the end,” he answered as he grabbed my wrist and directed the chip in my hand to his mouth, grazing my finger with a nip of his teeth.
    A sensation I’d become all too familiar with churned inside me. What the hell was going on with him these days? His sexual overtures were becoming a daily occurrence and picking up steam.
    Harold might be getting bludgeoned to death as we sat here. Had he no shame? I tried to muster a look of moral disgust but couldn’t. I didn’t know if I cared that much either.
    But still, as dilapidated as the office might be and as dysfunctional as the staff definitely was, we were at work. “Harold could be getting murdered in there,” I said, trying to sound as disapproving as possible and failing pathetically. It didn’t matter at the moment. This had nothing to do with Harold and everything to do with Fate screwing with my head.
    “I can’t help if I’m hungry.” It was the “ so sue me” tone he used so often.
    I narrowed my eyes.
    “Why are you so opposed to sharing a couple of chips?” He shrugged, as if he hadn’t just asked me in a roundabout way why I wouldn’t sleep with him.
    “Maybe I don’t feel like sharing my chips. A girl doesn’t have to share.” I crossed my arms, jostling Luck in the process.
    “It’s not like you’ve never shared before. Why so stingy now?” He reached in front of me and grabbed a chip from the bag Luck held and made a show of eating one.
    “Maybe I’m just not in the mood to share my chips. I don’t have to share my chips simply because I’ve shared my chips in the past.” I grabbed the bag of chips from Luck and rolled the top closed. “See? Nobody is getting chips.”
    He stared at my hand, bag clinched tightly in my fist and then he gave me that smirk. I had a love/hate relationship with that smirk.
    “I think deep down,” he leaned in slightly closer before he continued, “you want to share your chips.”
    I inhaled sharply. “Are you insinuating I share my chips freely?”
    He squinted. “What I’m saying is, someone might get the foolish notion that once you’ve shared some chips with them, you’d be likely to share chips on a regular basis.”
    “You didn’t even like the chips! Why do you have to have my chips now?”
    “That’s completely misrepresenting how I feel about chips. I wasn’t looking to expand my diet at that moment. It has nothing to do with whether I liked the chips or not. Or whether once I had some chips, I wouldn’t want them in the future.”
    One of the Jinxes groaned loudly where he stood in front of us. “I think I’d rather be in the office with Douchebag, getting beat up.”
    “Why is she getting so crazy about her potato chips? Am I in trouble for eating some?” Murphy whispered to Luck, underestimating my hearing.
    Luck leaned closer to him. “It’s one of those weird talks I was telling you about. They never mean what they mean. It’s not chips, it’s—”
    I kicked her before she could finish.
    “What? What is it?” Murphy pressed.
    Luck paused before blurting out, “Lipstick.”
    “He wants to share her lipstick?” Murphy asked and I saw him peeking over at Fate and me.
    “Um, sort of,” Luck responded.
    Fate leaned over towards them, pressing against me as he did, and said, “I like her to apply it personally though.”
    Murphy made a questioning face before I saw it finally click and he made a loud “ohhh” sound.
    I’m not sure where our conversation would’ve led because we all fell silent when Harold’s door started swinging open.
    A man, who definitely was not Harold, stepped out. Close to Fate’s height and build, but light where Fate was dark,