Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive) Read Online Free Page A

you think I’m as good as having a girlfriend,
then you’re doing it wrong.”
    His eyebrows shot up. “Really. What is it exactly I’m doing wrong?”
    “Don’t answer that.” Brian pointed his pen at the two of us
menacingly. “Kat, stop flirting to get your way, it’s petty and kind of gross.
The Lamont quote. Go. Now.”
    “Fine, fine. I’m going.” I squirmed out of Josh’s hands and
swatted them away when he tried to grab me back. “You’re a bad, bad man, Murcek.”
    He laughed. “Apparently, not bad enough.”
    I could feel the blush work up my cheeks and down the back
of my neck. Stupid Josh and his stupid smile. I made a bee line for the back
staircase.
    “Don’t flirt with my sister,” Brian said when he thought I
was out of earshot. “It’s disturbing.”
    “When exactly did you become a grouchy old man, Koile?”
    Brian didn’t answer and that made me feel surprisingly sad.
So I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed my brother who’d gone from a fun loving
bar manager to a you kids get the hell off my lawn! curmudgeon.
    I shoved my way into the upstairs hallway where Josh’s
office and apartment lived. I let myself in and headed for the living room. I
knew every inch of this apartment, had crashed here lots of times when I was in
college, not so much since moving across the street. He kept the place neat,
clean, modern. He liked the color blue, but only in little dashes, mostly
everything was white or black or grey. Every room was tidy enough that he maybe
bordered on anal retentive, but only a little. His wrinkled t-shirts and messy hair
proved it didn’t translate to every part of his life.
    Aside from a few letters on the kitchen island, he didn’t
keep many things out for me to fuss through anyway. I poked around in his
fridge and cabinets and helped myself to a bag of white cheddar popcorn before
wandering aimlessly from one freakishly tidy room to the next.
    He might actually have a heart attack if he saw the state of
my apartment.
    If there was any justice in the world, he’d have a diary
filled with filthy secrets I could relish digging through, but I’d hunted
through every drawer and hiding spot in his bedroom several times over the years
and never found so much as a hint of porn, let alone anything really good. For
his sake, I hoped he was just very good at hiding his dirty little secrets.
Everyone deserved to have something that gave them shivers.
    I adored Josh. If I hadn’t known him since I was thirteen,
I’d absolutely harbor a deep, unrequited crush on him. Maybe I did anyway. I
flirted with him shamelessly, usually to get my way, and mostly it was all in
fun.
    Sometimes I almost meant it.
    But sometimes I felt like he wasn’t quite here. Or that he
was missing something vitally important and he was just waiting for it to
appear before he could finally become the man he wanted to be. Even his
apartment felt like he hadn’t quite moved himself in, like he hadn’t yet
decided if he wanted to stay.
    He flirted back after all, which couldn’t be any less
serious. I felt like maybe he was waiting for someone he wanted to love for
real and Brian and me and our friends were just filling in the space for him as
best we could until someone more deserving showed up.
    I didn’t really think that was true, but I was always a
little afraid it might be. We sure as hell didn’t deserve him.
    His bedroom had that manly, artsy feel I loved. Three walls
were exposed brick, old and a little flawed, with open pipes crisscrossing the
high ceilings. He had a big modern art piece above his bed, a clash of people
in the street as they poured out of a music hall. You could still see the
melodies in their faces, the swaying hips and stomping feet. The colors were
all too bright, too off, but the details of the people felt almost photo-real.
    One full wall across from his bed was nothing but books,
mostly science fiction and mystery and a few non-fiction titles. Nothing
telling. There