Just That Easy Read Online Free

job. My best friend from college,
he has this adventure race team. It’s a huge deal to him to win a really big
race for once. Takes a lot of training, lots of traveling to little races on
weekends, and the library is a good down time. I’m between real jobs at the
moment, so it seemed like a good thing to do while I think out what I want to
do next. I needed a break, if you want the truth. I haven’t been in exactly the
best of places in my life for a while, and I needed to do something different.”
    He stopped, eyeing her, and took a long pull on his
Guinness. She gave him the I’m-not-bored-yet-keep-going obligatory look. He
hadn’t gotten to the good part. Yet.
    “Been here about a week, been pretty quiet. Then you walked
in. Miss lashes, stuttering over your Dominatrix book, throwing out comments
with no inhibition and freaking yourself out the whole time you’re doing it. It
was cute. Live with it. I’m attracted to you, Teryn. Like I haven’t been to
anyone in a long time. I watched those green eyes, checked out your curves when
you walked out of the library in front of me and decided there was no way I was
letting you out of my sight until you either lied and said you weren’t
attracted to me, or until I wake up next to you in the morning. Simple as
that.”
    That was the good part, all right. Teryn sat back, cocked an
eyebrow at him, and sorted the dozens of questions in her head. It was good
cover for the liquid rush in her belly, the warm, sliding feeling that was
taking her shaking thighs into overdrive.
    He told her everything and nothing, all at once. He was like
one of the goddamn characters in her books. Maybe she was having some sort of
schizophrenic meltdown and she was really in a mental hospital, thinking all of
this was real. Maybe all these people at the other tables were just other
patients, eating paste or muttering to themselves.
    “Well?” He looked amused, watching her stumble over her
thoughts and absorb his admission.
    “Just wondering if you are interested because you know I
write about sex, so you assume I’m some kind of kink master in bed.” He was
bold, so why not go with it?
    He rubbed his chin absentmindedly. Her gaze stuck on that
dark shadow of evening scruff. It made her want to feel it against her cheek,
of course. Odd how the cliché things she wrote in her books were true, sitting
here across from Mr. I Just Said I Want To Fuck You.
    “Actually, I kind of have you pegged for the exact opposite.
You’re too skittish to be a bad girl but I can’t exactly call you sweet or
innocent. You don’t fit in with the tight-assed crowd, and I think you secretly
do want to be bad. Maybe you just haven’t had the chance to do it yet. Except
on paper. Can’t blame a guy for hoping he has the key to Pandora’s box, right?”
    She had to change the subject, him talking about her being a
bad girl was sending her into a hundred kinds of hot, everywhere.
    “You confuse me. So, why the hell are you wandering around
like a college kid, at what? Couple of years shy of thirty? Shouldn’t you have
the plan all going, some kind of job with a big institute studying global
warming, wife and one-point-four kids on the way?”
    “Thirty-one, actually. Do I look like I follow the crowd?”
    “Right. No. You look, and talk, as if you are extremely
smart. Very thoughtful. Okay, not as if you are, you are. You make
really straight-out, almost obnoxious comments, but you don’t come off as an
asshole when you do it, you get away with it. Yet, it seems deliberate.”
    “So now who’s the psych doctor? Okay, you, it’s your turn.
You’re avoiding.”
    His fingers moved up her hand to her wrist and he slid them
around it. He rubbed a tiny circle just over the pulse at the base of her hand
with his fingers. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.
    “Fine. I had a plan. So far, my part of it is going
really well. I moved here because of someone else. Who is probably on wife two
and mistress