Fire We Make (Jackson and Liane Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

“How is business, by the way?”
    “It’s better than ever. The show definitely boosted our profile.” Jackson admitted. “I say the other brothels around here have also benefitted as well. They’re making quite a bit of money off our notoriety.”
    “That doesn’t bother you?”
    “Why would it?” Jackson softly shrugged. “I would do the same. We’re still bringing in more money in one month than some of them do in an entire year. Why do I care if they want some scraps?”
    Liane smiled. She was always so impressed by Jackson’s business acumen. He really did make it seem like what he was doing so easy; she almost forgot exactly what it is that he did. “Spoken like a true executive.”
    “I’ve been in this game for too long to care about what others think.” He then turned to Liane. “Well, everyone except one.”
    Liane turned to Jackson and felt her breath lodged in her throat. He looked at her with such an intensity and fire, she felt her whole being shook to the core. Her sex twittered with want while her heart thumped with need . She forced out another harsh breath and found some courage. “Why do you do this to me?”
    Jackson leaned in closer to her, nuzzling her neck with his lips. Her hair smelled like strawberries and vanilla and was soft as silk. He was mesmerized by her light perfume, inhaling her floral and spring notes. Her supple skin embraced his lips and his tongue softly touched the light saltiness of her long and slender neck. He was addicted to her. I think the question is why do you do this to me?”
    “J, I’m so sorry to interrupt.” An apologetic security guard interrupted the private moment. “We have a situation in the back that needs to be addressed.”
    Jackson reluctantly pulled away with fire in his eyes and upturned lips filled with annoyance. The very last thing he needed was a client arguing about price per sex act when he was in an intimate moment with Liane. He felt a small rage bubbling inside him and took a sip of champagne to simmer it. “I’ll be right there. Excuse me, baby.” He got up and followed the security guard.
    Liane sat back on the sofa and sipped her champagne. She was annoyed yet surprisingly grateful for the interruption. Jackson’s touch caused a lighting bolt reaction within her body, starting from the crux of her thighs and working its way up to the pit of her stomach before finally settling on her heart.
    No, she could not and most importantly, would not , fall in love with Jackson Fischer. Kissing was okay. Holding hands was permitted. But Liane knew the moment Jackson slid in between her legs and entered her, all bets were off.
    She was never the type to fall in love easily. How did one ex-boyfriend put it? “You are ridiculously impossible to be free!” He once said to her. No, Liane could be free. The problem was her bullshit meter was always on and she could smell false promises and sweet lies before they were even spoken.
    Jackson never lied to her nor did her promise her anything. He called it like he saw it. Take it or leave it. She’d never known anyone so honest, yet not brutal with it. He could think an idea is stupid without using those exact words. But he also made it clear he wasn’t going tolerate anyone’s shit no matter how long he’s known him or her.
    Jackson was her equal.
    There wouldn’t be PTA meetings. There wouldn’t be hectic Saturday mornings with Capri-Suns and orange slices. There wouldn’t be trying to figure out difficult math problems and wondering if the math hasn’t gotten harder or she simply had become dumber.
    Of course, all of that would occur – with a man other than Jackson. That’s what killed Liane. She wanted to be with Jackson but she also knew the type of man he was and what he could offer her.
    Could she possibly love another man with the same intensity she’s loved him?
    “Let me show you how do it! It’s real easy!” Vanilla came into the living room with another blonde girl,