One Night With You: A Fatal Series Prequel Novella (The Fatal Series) Read Online Free Page B

that.”
    “And protection. I don’t do anything unprotected.”
    “No, I don’t imagine you do.”
    “Is that a problem?”
    “I don’t have a problem in the world, but I do need to make a stop on the way home.”
    “That’s fine. So was it Harvard or Yale?”
    Laughing, he said, “Harvard.” He kept his arm around her on the way to the car he’d parked several blocks away.  
    “I can live with that.”

    The car was a silver Acura with black leather seats. It was so clean, you could eat off the carpet, a thought that nearly gave Sam the giggles in light of what they were about to do.  
    “I don’t do this.” The words escaped from her lips before she took a second to think them all the way through.
    “Do what?”
    “Pick up guys at parties and go home with them.”
    “Oh. Well… Good. I don’t either.”
    “You don’t pick up guys at parties?”
    His laugh was as sexy as the rest of him. “You know what I mean, smart aleck.”
    “So you’re not out at yuppie parties every weekend? Different week, different girl?”
    Rolling his eyes, he said, “Hardly. I’ve been off the meat-market circuit since I graduated from college eight years ago.”
    That made him about thirty, which was what she would’ve guessed. Two years older than she was. A full-grown adult, or so he seemed. Looks, she knew after years of dating, could be deceiving.  
    “You should have a little wife and two-point-five kids by now.”
    “Says who?”
    “The yuppie timetable. It’s well documented.”
    “You’re funny, Sam Holland. Has anyone ever told you that?”
    “Sure, I’m a good time had by all. What can I say?”
    “I thought you just said you weren’t a good time had by all?”
    And he was smart and quick, too. When mixed with insane hotness, it was all a little too good to be true. “So what’s wrong with you then? Thirty years old, still single, presumably no girlfriend if you’re taking me home with you…”
    “You’re just full of charm, aren’t you?” he asked, laughing again. “For your information, Detective , there’s nothing wrong with me. And no girlfriend, or I wouldn’t be taking you home with me.”
    “Guys like you who are still single always come with baggage.”
    “Is that so? And where have you conducted your research on this matter?”
    “It’s a project my girlfriends and I have been working on for years now. The evidence is irrefutable. Thirty and reasonably good-looking, decent job yet still unmarried and unattached… You’re either still living with your mother or you’ve got a weird and disgusting habit like collecting all the belly button lint from your whole life into a baggie or something.” Sam glanced over to find him staring at her, incredulous, as they waited for the light to turn green. “How close am I?”
    “You’re off your rocker. One, I most definitely do not live with my mother, and two, belly button lint is gross.”
    Sam crossed her arms. “It’s something else then.”
    “Are you trying to talk me out of taking you home with me?” Despite the question, his pretty eyes were still full of amusement and what might’ve been desire.
    “Not at all. I thought we were just making conversation.”
    “Is that what we’re doing?”
    “What would you call it?”
    “An interrogation?”
    “Nah, this isn’t even close to that. You ought to see me when I really get going with a perp.”
    “I think I’d like to see that.”
    “Maybe I’ll let you sometime.”
    “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
    How was it possible they were already talking about more than a one-night stand? Sam was suddenly desperate to get things back on the sex-only track. “So where are we going anyway?”
    “Looking for a store that has what we need.”
    “Oh.”  
    A few minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store. “Need anything?”
    “Nothing other than the obvious.”
    He flashed a grin at her. “Be right back.”
    While she waited for