Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lexy Timms, Dale Mayer, Sierra Rose, Christine Bell, Bella Love-Wins, Cassie Alexandra, Lisa Ladew, C.J. Pinard, C.C. Cartwright, Kylie Walker
smiled. “Since I’ve walked in, all you’ve talked about is how hot Mike is. You haven’t once mentioned how this would affect your chances with Rick, and you even considered going over there and apologizing to him . Seems to me like he was more than willing to accept your sexual advances.”
Kaitlin realized with a start that she was right. Through all of it, she hadn’t even considered the fact that she might have blown her chances with Rick. Even now, when she thought about him, it was with warm affection. Nothing at all like what she’d felt in Mike’s arms.
Wild.
Bold.
Sexy.
In other words, nothing at all like the real Kaitlin.
Which was exactly why she had to nip this in the bud, and fast. Wild was the exact opposite of what she wanted. After years of watching her parents’ screaming fights after her father cheated…again, she craved stability.
And there was no one less stable than bad boy Michael Blade.
Rick was the man she wanted. The man she needed .
Then why, after last night, can you only think of Mike?
“Cripes, I feel sick,” Kaitlin breathed. “I have to go work over there. Today. This is so bad.”
“Don’t worry about it. Maybe he won’t even come outside. Just go over there, do your work and be nice . If you play it cool, so will he and it will be like nothing happened.”
Mike’s whistling had only grown louder and more chipper and she nodded. She could pretend to be cool. For once.
“Maybe you’re right.” Kaitlin pondered for a moment. “Orrrr…you could come help me.” She batted her lashes at her friend pleadingly.
“Not gonna happen,” Cheri deadpanned with a shake of her head.
“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun! I’ll teach you everything I know about landscape design. You could learn something useful.”
“Dude, I live in an apartment. And I know you better than anyone – you’re going to use me as a shield.”
“I promise I won’t. Just, you know, it’d be nice spending some time together.”
“Digging up weeds and mapping out flowerbeds? No thanks.”
“Please?”
Cheri stood up from her chair and went over to the sink to dump the rest of her still-warm coffee. “Nope. You’re gonna have to suck it up and do it on your own. I have to go,” she said, running a hand through her short cap of bleach blonde hair.
“Where do you have to go?”
“Back to bed,” Chari announced and made her way to the front door. “Good luck with Mikey. I believe in you!” she called out from the foyer. And with a slam of the door that shook the house, she was gone.
Shit.
Cheri was right. Better to just face it head on, like nothing happened.
Surely there was no rush, though?
She marched over to the little radio her mom kept on the kitchen counter and flipped it on, turning the volume up loud enough to drown out the whistling. First, she scrubbed the kitchen, then the bathroom. Then she decided to organize the spice rack.
Two hours later, the little house sparkled, but she was just as conflicted.
“Stop being such a baby, Kait,” she muttered to herself.
She marched into her bathroom and spent about ten minutes brushing her teeth. Then, she changed her clothes half a dozen times before realizing how stupid it would be to do yard work in a blouse. Instead, she slipped on her favorite black V-neck and decided to call it good.
Here she was, tripping over a guy that she never had feelings for until the unfortunate mix-up the night before. All this nonsense was just that.
Nonsense.
An unbidden memory of a night, seven years before, flickered in her mind. A cool summer night, a drunken kiss of gratitude…a kiss that had wound up causing her a month of sleepless nights.
She pushed away the memory with a groan and slip on her sneakers. She wasn’t eighteen anymore. And Michael Blade was nothing but trouble.
She checked her teeth and touched up her makeup one last time in the mirror. Not for him, of course. Just looking put together gave her confidence,
Kaitlin realized with a start that she was right. Through all of it, she hadn’t even considered the fact that she might have blown her chances with Rick. Even now, when she thought about him, it was with warm affection. Nothing at all like what she’d felt in Mike’s arms.
Wild.
Bold.
Sexy.
In other words, nothing at all like the real Kaitlin.
Which was exactly why she had to nip this in the bud, and fast. Wild was the exact opposite of what she wanted. After years of watching her parents’ screaming fights after her father cheated…again, she craved stability.
And there was no one less stable than bad boy Michael Blade.
Rick was the man she wanted. The man she needed .
Then why, after last night, can you only think of Mike?
“Cripes, I feel sick,” Kaitlin breathed. “I have to go work over there. Today. This is so bad.”
“Don’t worry about it. Maybe he won’t even come outside. Just go over there, do your work and be nice . If you play it cool, so will he and it will be like nothing happened.”
Mike’s whistling had only grown louder and more chipper and she nodded. She could pretend to be cool. For once.
“Maybe you’re right.” Kaitlin pondered for a moment. “Orrrr…you could come help me.” She batted her lashes at her friend pleadingly.
“Not gonna happen,” Cheri deadpanned with a shake of her head.
“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun! I’ll teach you everything I know about landscape design. You could learn something useful.”
“Dude, I live in an apartment. And I know you better than anyone – you’re going to use me as a shield.”
“I promise I won’t. Just, you know, it’d be nice spending some time together.”
“Digging up weeds and mapping out flowerbeds? No thanks.”
“Please?”
Cheri stood up from her chair and went over to the sink to dump the rest of her still-warm coffee. “Nope. You’re gonna have to suck it up and do it on your own. I have to go,” she said, running a hand through her short cap of bleach blonde hair.
“Where do you have to go?”
“Back to bed,” Chari announced and made her way to the front door. “Good luck with Mikey. I believe in you!” she called out from the foyer. And with a slam of the door that shook the house, she was gone.
Shit.
Cheri was right. Better to just face it head on, like nothing happened.
Surely there was no rush, though?
She marched over to the little radio her mom kept on the kitchen counter and flipped it on, turning the volume up loud enough to drown out the whistling. First, she scrubbed the kitchen, then the bathroom. Then she decided to organize the spice rack.
Two hours later, the little house sparkled, but she was just as conflicted.
“Stop being such a baby, Kait,” she muttered to herself.
She marched into her bathroom and spent about ten minutes brushing her teeth. Then, she changed her clothes half a dozen times before realizing how stupid it would be to do yard work in a blouse. Instead, she slipped on her favorite black V-neck and decided to call it good.
Here she was, tripping over a guy that she never had feelings for until the unfortunate mix-up the night before. All this nonsense was just that.
Nonsense.
An unbidden memory of a night, seven years before, flickered in her mind. A cool summer night, a drunken kiss of gratitude…a kiss that had wound up causing her a month of sleepless nights.
She pushed away the memory with a groan and slip on her sneakers. She wasn’t eighteen anymore. And Michael Blade was nothing but trouble.
She checked her teeth and touched up her makeup one last time in the mirror. Not for him, of course. Just looking put together gave her confidence,