Hurting To Feel (Carpool Dolls) Read Online Free

in her lips. The slight intake of breath she took
when he answered. The stiffening of her spine to cover her reaction. These
weren't signs he expected to see on a woman perfectly comfortable around men.
    He
resigned himself to the simple fact that she was a beautiful woman and that was
the reason why he couldn't seem to stop thinking about her. Her classiness was
a cover for the kind of business she was in, an act, and she purposely softened
her voice around him because she'd filled a spot beside him throughout the
evening.
    If
she wanted to play, he could ignore the way he wanted her.
    "Come
on, I'll take you to my car." He held out his hand.
    She
ignored his offer, and walked beside him. Instead, he put his hand on her lower
back. The back and forth sway of her hips beneath his fingertips did nothing to
lessen the strain of the evening.
    One
block away from his car, the toe of her heel scraped against the sidewalk. His
hands were on her, steading her, before he put any thought into touching her.
Because he was holding her against the front of him and his hands were on her,
he became aware of her shaking. He followed her gaze to a black Cadillac
Escalade.
    "Addy?"
    The
muscles along her throat constricted. He tightened his embrace, and she shook
her head. "Sorry. I must've caught my shoe on the ground."
    She
continued to stare across the street. He lifted her chin with his finger,
studying her. When a woman shook, it was because he'd put that reaction in her.
Whatever scared her wasn't coming from him.
    "You're
lying," he murmured. "Why?"
    She
laughed softly and pressed her hands against his chest, and he let her go. He
studied her as a mask of indifference came over her face. He'd seen the fear
though, and he wanted to know what would cause a woman like her to be scared.
    "Are
you in danger?" he asked.
    "Of
course not." She motioned for him to walk. "We better go. Ten o'clock
is the witching hour, or so I've heard. I wouldn't want to press my luck."
    They
continued to the car. He opened the passenger door, and then walked around and
slid behind the steering wheel. The Lincoln Parking garage was only a few
blocks away. They took the ride in silence.
    When
he entered the first floor, she directed him up to the third and pointed at a
sleek red Porsche.
    "That
one's mine," she said.
    He
pulled to a stop and shut off the engine, gazing between the woman and the
vehicle. "Can I ask you something?"
    "Sure."
She removed her seatbelt.
    He
waited until she found her keys, swung her hair behind her shoulder, and
couldn't stall any longer. A paid escort must make a pretty dime to afford a
car like that.
    When
she looked back at him, he asked, "How would you like to work for
me?"
    "What?"
She frowned, shaking her head.
    "I'm
serious. I could always use another person to help Janice in the office. I'd
pay you well." He shifted in the seat and grabbed his wallet out of the
back of his slacks, extracting a business card. "Give that number a call
tomorrow and I'll have Janice talk to you."
    He
hadn't planned on offering her a job, but he found it impossible to leave her,
knowing tomorrow morning she'd be back to riding with another man who used the
carpool service as a way to get his rocks off. Addison deserved more, and he found
himself not ready to walk away from her yet.
    "Thank
you, but that's not necessary. I enjoy run—working as a doll." She put his
card on the dash, opened the door, and left.
    He
jumped out of the car and braced his elbows on the hood, gazing over the roof
of the BMW. "Why do you settle for working as a Carpool Doll when it's
obvious you could be doing so much more with your life? Let me help you, Addy."
    Her
back went stiff and she slowly turned around. "Let you help me?"
    He
nodded. "Yeah."
    She
clutched her purse in her hand. "You asshole," she whispered.
    In
the almost empty parking garage, the name ricocheted back to him. He moved
around the car. Somehow he'd insulted her, but he couldn't figure out