Wicked: Leather and Lace [Wicked Series Book 2] Read Online Free Page B

cards and ten napkins with phone numbers on it. You'll be too busy to worry about Luke What's-his-name."
    Roxy rolled over, moaning as her body protested and took a deep breath. She stared at the ceiling, bits and pieces of the previous night flashing in her minds eye and she grimaced at most of it. “I'm such an idiot."
    "No, you're not,” Holly said softly, reaching out and smoothing Roxy's hair back. “Luke's the idiot. Devin said so."
    Roxy turned her head to Holly. “Did I embarrass you?"
    "No."
    "Are you lying?"
    Holly flushed. “Only a little. Your proposition to Devin for a three-way might have embarrassed me."
    Roxy's eyes widened. “I didn't."
    "Yeah, you did. Devin knew how drunk you were and didn't think much of it. Lucky thing, too. I would have ripped his balls off if he did."
    She didn't remember that conversation, thankfully. Roxy could see laughter dancing in Holly's eyes so she didn't have to worry about her friend being mad at her. It still didn't help the fact she couldn't remember most of the night. She remembered Luke, his tantalizing kisses and his wicked fingers playing between her legs. The feel of him warm and hard against her body and his suggestion of a ten-minute quickie. She still felt like slapping him for that.
    What was she suppose to do now? “So, what do you suggest, oh wise one?"
    "I thought you'd never ask,” Holly grinned. “I'll have room service bring you up some breakfast while you shower."
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    Luke hissed a curse when a string broke on his guitar. He jerked the strap over his head and walked across the room to his guitar case, searching its contents for the pack of new strings he thought was there. The other guys were talking, laughing about something he couldn't hear, and he looked up when he thought he heard his name. They weren't looking at him but he had to wonder if their laughter wasn't directed at him.
    They all knew what had transpired between him and Roxy the night before. The little vixen had told half the women in the club if they had ten minutes to spare, he was their guy. When he finally made it back to the table after his interview, Roxy was already three sheets to the wind and ordering every drink on the menu. She barely even glanced at him but when she did, fire shined in her hazel eyes. Yeah, saying she was pissed would be an understatement.
    Of course, he couldn't really figure out why she was mad. He told her he wanted her and he did. And it was apparent she wanted him as well. That little feel he got on the dance floor told him as much. A few kisses and the girl was practically dripping. It had to be the ten-minute thing. She was all for it until Curt—the asshole—had interrupted them. He only suggested the quickie because he wanted her and would take what he could get. Apparently Roxy wasn't as easy as he initially thought. He assumed she was like every other girl he'd ever met. They'd take anything he offered and not complain. She complained. A lot. Then got drunk off her ass and practically showed it to everyone in the club.
    He smiled as he recalled her little dance on the bar. He'd been so hard watching her he could barely sit still. Everything about her screamed unbridled lust. She would be a firecracker in bed. Yeah, ten minutes was an insult. To him. No way would such a small taste of the fiery woman he saw last night do. She needed to be savored.
    Finding the strings, Luke stood and walked across the room to the sofa and sat down. He barely got the old string out when the door opened and the object of his musings walked in looking like a ray of sunshine. A pale yellow top bared those sun-warmed shoulders and was cut low enough in the front to show a hint of soft breast. Low riding jeans hugged her body and left nothing to the imagination. If the girl had any fat on her, he didn't know where to find it.
    She laughed at something Devin said, a rosy blush stealing over her cheeks before Mick grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her and