First Taste (The Lust List: Devon Stone #1) Read Online Free

steps, not sure what’s going on here.
    “With all due respect, sir,” Keenly says while struggling to keep his composure. “This woman would not be a valuable asset to your time or money. She has none of the qualifications needed—”
    “You work for me, Greg. And now she works for you. Is that clear?” Devon doesn’t have to move an inch to seem like he’s bearing down on the little man. His tone, alone, seems to be effective. “If you continue to argue, she’ll replace you entirely.”
    Keenly releases an audible sigh but doesn’t object any further. Instead, he leans down to grab a briefcase, plopping it onto the desk and sifting through its contents. He pulls out a paper clipped bunch of pages and lays them on the edge of the desk rather than handing them to me directly.
    “These need to be filled out. Bring them in tomorrow.”
    “What time?” I ask, meekly.
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    Devon swipes the paperwork off the desk, handing it to me, and just as swiftly, he directs me back out of the office, his hand pressing against the small of my back. Such a casual touch, but his hand sends instant warmth deep into me. I could melt. I don’t know where this is heading. It feels like an out-of-body experience.
    Back out of the office, Devon heads down a hallway before I can thank him. But I really should thank him, right?
    I trace his steps down the hall and through a doorway on the right—the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator, pulling out a beer. A little early for that, in my opinion, but I won’t judge the person who just scored me a potential career-building job.
    “Hey. Um…Sorry. I just wanted to say thanks.” I lean against the doorway, trying to keep my calm. Devon opens the bottle, taking a couple gulps before he even turns toward me.
    “You know, if you want to show your thanks…” He looks at me with the same provoking expression he gave me outside.
    Does he expect me to return the favor by sleeping with him? “No. Thank you. But. I’m not like th—I don’t. I just… You didn’t have to do that for me, that’s all.”
    “Oh, I didn’t do it for you.” He moves toward some cabinets, rummaging through their contents. “I love pissing off that dickwad. He and my dad have been buddy-buddy since their college days. Now he mooches off my father however he can. I figure, if you’re any good, then it works out. Cool. But if you’re as awful as Greg seems to think you are…” He laughs. “Oh man, that’ll make this weekend much more entertaining.”
    And with that he leaves through another doorway. No goodbye. No more sexual advances. He just leaves, and I’m dumbfounded. I don’t know whether to hate him or fantasize about him. And I can’t pinpoint how I went from bombing an interview to following this Devon guy around like a schoolgirl chasing after her crush.
    It doesn’t matter. I got a job. And I’ll be seeing more of Devon soon enough.

 
    “Olivia. You seem distracted today.”
    Dr. Maureen Shannon sits across from me in a high-backed armchair, its upholstery a soft pink with little blue birds all over. I’m slouching in her forest green, corduroy love seat, twisting my phone in circles on my lap while my brain replays my interactions with Devon.
    “Are you alright?” she asks.
    I blink and focus on her. She wears a yellow skirt and jacket over a white, buttoned blouse. Her blond hair is pulled back from her face, and her entire ensemble makes me want to call her Sunshine. “Yeah. I’m fine.” I sit up straighter, trying to push out images of Devon—his strong jawline, his smooth skin, his very kissable mouth. “I…um…had another interview today.”
    “That’s wonderful. How did it go?”
    Awful. Worse than awful. “It went well. It’s a temp job as an assistant to a party planner. I’ll be able to afford rent.” I’m downplaying the extravagance of it all. I wouldn’t know where to start if I tried to describe the mansion and upcoming party and