Wrong For You (Before You Series Book 3) Read Online Free

you’d be doing me a favor.”
    He sucked his lip ring into his mouth again and she wished he’d stop doing it. It was really distracting. “How much do you want?”
    She mentally calculated four weeks of groceries, a couple miscellaneous bills she’d been juggling for the past three months or so. “How about eight hundred dollars?”
    He didn’t respond immediately and she thought she might have overreached. The apartment was worth it. She had rented it for a thousand dollars the last time she advertised it, but that tenant had driven her crazy with late night parties and visitors. The day after someone overdosed in the apartment at some crazy party, she posted an eviction notice on the door and she hadn’t tried to rent it again. For some reason, she could only find college students interested in the place and even though she wasn’t much older than them, she felt like a grandma in comparison. She’d never taken advantage of college life the way most kids did. She was too focused on the end goal of helping troubled teens to have an active social life. Sadly, that still hadn’t changed.
    “It’s fully furnished. You won’t need to buy anything but food.”
    “Okay.”
    “Really?”
    “Yep.” He slipped his wallet out of his back pocket, pulled out several crisp one hundred dollar bills and held them out to her.
    Wow. She wouldn’t have expected him to carry that much cash in his wallet. He was driving a brand new black truck, but a new car didn’t mean he had money. She had plenty of friends who spent their life juggling credit cards, mortgage payments, and car payments, but they didn’t have much left to do anything else. She took the cash out of his hand. “Don’t you want to see it first?”
    “Nah, I trust you.”
    “Okay. Let me give you the address and the lockbox code.”
    “Do you have a pen?”
    She handed him her bright purple pen and he twisted it between his thumb and his index finger inspecting it. “Cute,” he said popping off the cap. “Violet for Violet.”
    She laughed. “Ahh…you caught that.”
    Sitting down, he balanced the volunteer application on his thigh and the purple pen rested against his lips as he scanned the application. Okay. Even though she had every intention of keeping her distance from Alec, she had no intention of allowing him to keep that pen. She enjoyed the view of it rolling along his firm lips too much to let him keep it. It would be a good memory on the days that she was knee deep in the life of an underfunded charitable organization.
    “Address?” he finally said, looking up at her through his dark, long lashes, bringing an unwanted and abrupt halt to her inappropriate thoughts.
    “Right. 42 Mountain View Rd. It’s a small white bungalow not far from the University. The lockbox is on the south side of the house, hanging from the iron railing leading to the basement apartment. The combination is VVV.”
    He frowned after he finished scribbling notes at the top of the application and even his frown was appealing in a dangerous, heart-stopping way. “You might want to come up with a safer combination.”
    She shrugged. “I haven’t had any problems yet. I don’t have much to steal and this is a small town.”
    For some reason, he didn’t like that answer and his frown morphed from mild disapproval to downright threatening. He cocked his head to the side, not saying anything for a few excruciating seconds. His silence was killing her. “Trust me, Little Violet, you have plenty to steal.” Without bothering to explain his comment, he folded the application twice and stuffed it into his back pocket along with her purple pen. “See you around lunchtime.”
    With her eyes trained on his ever so tempting backside, he walked out the front door of the Foundation without a backward glance.
    She shook her head, forcing her mind out of the gutter and back into reality. Drooling over the dark and mysterious Alec Reed needed to end immediately, but she had