Opposites Attract (The Locklaine Boys Book 2) Read Online Free

wasn’t an ounce of self-consciousness coming from the woman as she swiveled her hips and shook her head, the ear buds in her ears making her oblivious to the fact that she was no longer alone as she belted out the lyrics to the song playing.
    I felt the tension of my bad mood lesson just a bit as I stepped fully into the room, allowing the door to close behind me and watched her move with unabashed passion as she danced while arranging a large display in the center of the table. I had to work hard not to laugh when she suddenly belted out “ Uh, uh, uh, uh! Kiss this! ”
    She was actually kind of cute… in a quirky, nerdy kind of way. Her black hair was pulled up in a loose bun at the very top of her head. When I caught her in profile I could see she had thick bangs that hung down past her eyebrows and a pair of black framed glasses perched on her nose, and the way she squinted and kept pushing them up every time they fell said she wasn’t the type of person to wear glasses to appear stylish, she actually needed them to see. A pang of familiarity shot through me, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where I knew her from.
    She wore a high-waisted skirt that flared out right above her knees and a cropped top that left just an inch of her smooth skin exposed. From what I could see she had sexy curves that any man would appreciate, and as I continued to watch her, I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Nothing about this woman was my type, she was all girl-next-door and I tended to lean more toward the vixen types, but I could still appreciate her appeal, at least for a few seconds longer.
    Something in the corner of the room caught my eye and I turned my head, pulling my attention away from the woman before me. It took me a second to figure out what the hell I was looking at, but when the fluffy ball in the corner blinked its beady black eyes at me and emitted a high-pitched woof , I could only assume it was a dog and not an overly large, white rat like I’d first suspected.
    “Shady, hush,” the woman spoke, not taking her eyes off the flowers arrangement in front or her.
    The dog/rat barked again, then added the least frightening growl I’d ever heard for good measure. “Shady,” the woman scolded, “be quiet. God, you don’t listen for shit.”
    “I don’t think your dog likes me,” I spoke up, making her jump and give a startled yelp. The second she spun around, I was hit with a wave of recognition again, but damn if I could figure out why she seemed so familiar.
    “Holy hell,” she breathed, placing one palm on her chest as she propped the other on the table beside her to hold her up. “You scared the shit out of me,” she said, her brown eyes went wide behind her glasses.
    “Sorry.” I gave her a flirtatious smirk. “I was enjoying the show. The Struts, right?” I guessed at the song blaring out of her ear buds. “Good taste in music. I approve.”
    “What are you doing here?”
    I quirked my brow at the odd question, suddenly confused. “You’re Delilah, right?”
    “Uh…” she looked around the room, for what, I had no idea. “Yeah. How’d you find me?”
    My eyes narrowed as I studied her face. “I’m sorry, do we know each other?”
    “Excuse me?”
    Why did she sound so pissed? I held my hands up in surrender. “It’s not a line, I swear. You just look familiar to me, but I can’t figure out where I know you from. It’s driving me crazy. We’ve met, right?” Her cheeks flushed a bright pink. With the wide eyes, thick bangs, and creamy pale skin, the blush just made her even cuter.
    “You don’t know me?”
    I gave her the grin that normally had women doing whatever I wanted them to and took a step closer to her. I was a shameless flirt, so sue me. “Was that a question or an answer?” I teased in a low voice.
    She stepped back and nearly tripped over her own feet, which was something, considering she was in flats. Grabbing a long-stemmed flower from