Summer Star (The Blue Phoenix Series Book 1.5) Read Online Free

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    “Stay then. But I'm having the main bedroom, and you’ll have to remove all your clothes and underwear.” I pause long enough for the words to register and smile to indicate I’m well aware of what I just said. “From the bed, I mean.”
    “I'm not staying with you; you could be a psychopath or something,” she fires back, ignoring the connotations.
    “Or something? What's worse than a psychopath?”
    Again, she stares at my body; and in response, I stare at hers. The chick crosses her arms over her chest. Most girls would've changed their behaviour and become coy; she's standing her ground. Seriously, this is funny and takes the edge off my anger with the situation. Chicks do not speak to me like this.
    A suspicion edges in, maybe she really doesn’t know who I am. Unlikely, but if it’s true, why is this chick hanging around in a house with a strange guy and not running the hell out of here?
    “You have to go,” she repeats.
    “Where?”
    Her voice rises. “I don't know! Get in your penis extension of a car and find somewhere expensive!”
    I'm momentarily shocked by her words, as I was when she called me a dickhead a few hours ago and then I laugh, something I haven’t done for a long time but she's fucking hilarious. Nobody has ever complained that I need a penis extension, car or otherwise; and no one dares speak to me like this in case they get sacked or kicked out of the Blue Phoenix inner circle. From this weird chick with the prickly attitude, her talking to me this way is a turn on.
    No, the idea of wrapping this spitfire around my finger and seducing her is a turn on. I'll change this girl’s mind about me; I'm sure it won't be that difficult.
    “I got a taxi,” I tell her. “Didn’t you notice my ah…penis extension wasn’t parked outside?”
    “Why get a taxi?”
    “I didn't want to park my car here.”
    “Why?”
    “Why do you think?”
    “If I had an idea, I wouldn't ask!” The microwave beeps and she glances at the kitchen before sweeping another less lingering gaze over my chest. “If you could get your T-shirt on and go now, please. I want to eat my dinner.”
    The girl stomps back toward the small kitchen. She actually walked away from me? No way. I follow and arrive in time to see her drop the plastic container. A strong smell of curry fills the room and she blinks at her meal now on the linoleum floor.
    “Fuck,” she mutters.
    “Quite.”
    “If you hadn't freaked me out by being here, I wouldn't have dropped it!”
    It strikes me how wound up she is, the attitude and stiffened stance reminiscent of my own recently. The girl's avoiding my eyes a lot and I suspect some of this is walls against hurt because the times I have caught her eye, there’s a lost look hidden. Now she's on the edge of tears and screwing her face up attempting to stop them.
    Is this really what she says it is? A genuine mix up over holiday bookings?
    The smell of the curry does nothing to help my hunger. “Do you like pizza?”
    “What's pizza got to do with anything?”
    “I'll order some for us. If you'll put up with my company until I can find somewhere else to go.” I sit on top of the table, trying to catch her eye again.
    There's suspicion in them. “You'll leave?”
    “Yeah, I can always sleep on the beach.”
    “Hang on.”
    In yet another weird move, the chick goes to her black handbag and pulls out her phone. Turning away from me, she has a low conversation with someone. Or tries to, I suspect the person on the other end can't hear her properly. Is the ‘my gran’s house’ story true?
    “It's Sky. I'm at the beach house and there's someone here saying he’s rented the place for a month?”
    The conversation continues and I only catch half of it. I stretch out the muscles in my stiff neck, wishing she'd make her mind up what we were doing. We?
    “I told you about...” She lowers her voice, “The thing with the thing.”
    A pause. My ears prick up. Is this the