Heaven in Hedonism (The Sinful Series Book 3) Read Online Free

huge honor, one that I was shocked to be considered for. “Are you sure? I’m single and will probably die that way. I have zero experience with children. When my girlfriends were babysitting, I was hacking computers. You couldn’t have asked someone less qualified.”
    “Do you love them?” Sin asked.
    “She speaks! It’s a miracle!” Ben joked.
    Laughter came so easily around them. “Of course I do.”
    “Then you have the one qualification you need,” she murmured. “Say ‘yes’.”
    Sighing, I shrugged. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
    “Then it’s settled. We’ll set a date and let you know,” Ben said certainly.
    “Okay, now I definitely have to go. It’s just getting too mushy around here.” I explained as I doled out hugs. “Get some rest. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”
     
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    It was too dark and too late to really examine my truck, but there were no other vehicles currently parked nearby, which gave me some hope. Sliding behind the wheel, I ran my hand over the walnut panel on the dash. It made me happy. Turning the key in the ignition, it purred to a start and slowly I drove back to San Francisco.
    My one question as I headed back toward home was whether I was going there or the office. My badge would get me in the building any time of the day or night. Lately, I had considered putting in more hours, going back to work in the evenings since I was spending more time pacing than sleeping anyway. Might as well be productive. The guilt of missing a day of work weighed on me too.
    As if on autopilot, I ended up pulling into the parking lot at work. There were few vehicles here. The truck would be safe. I could work for a few hours and still get ample sleep.
    Walking into the team room, I checked the wipe board for new information I may have missed during the day, then stopped at my desk for further insights. There were a few notes for me about my end of the programming. Confident that I had what I needed, I headed for the gym on the bottom floor. After using my keycard to gain access, I headed straight for the punching bag, leaving the lights on the lowest setting. Just like the dark and me, the punching bag and I were old friends.
    For more than ten years I had been functioning on a simple truth. There was something therapeutic about taking out all my frustrations on it. I could kick and punch it for hours, letting exhaustion take hold and having new ideas form in my mind. This was how I did some of my best thinking and burned countless calories. I wasn’t about to have cafeteria lady arms like my mother once had.
    “Well, I didn’t expect to see you here,” a voice boomed in the darkened room before turning the lights on.
    Instantly, I was blinded while my eyes adjusted to the brightness. “Dammit,” I muttered. Maybe being here was a terrible idea. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with people.
    “Oh, sorry,” he said and I recognized Mac’s British accent immediately. He walked toward me and I stiffened when I realized he wasn’t dressed for a workout.
    “What are you doing?” I asked. My eyes seemed to narrow involuntarily.
    Pausing about ten feet from me, he looked at me and smiled. “How is it I’ve managed to hire the most anti-social person I’ve ever met to create a social network?” he asked. Shaking his head, he added, “Some days I think this project is doomed to failure.”
    “Relax, Mac,” I said. “I’m social enough. More importantly, I’m one helluva programmer.” With that I winked at him and walked toward the door.
    “Where are you going?” he asked.
    “Gonna grab a hot chocolate and get to work,” I responded as I continued on my path.
    “Great, I’ll come with you!” he exclaimed happily.
    “Really, that’s not necessary.” I shooed him away.
    Beating me to the door, he had his hand on the knob and was looking at me like he was trying to figure me out. He was bound to be disappointed. There wasn’t that much to me. I wasn’t Sin,