Blush Read Online Free

couldn’t forget her.
    No matter how many meetings he chaired, how many conference calls, how many hours he spent at his desk, she was all he could think about. And if he didn’t do something about it soon, he’d go stir crazy.
    Work was everything to him. Obtaining an office of power and making a difference had been his goal for as long as he could remember.
    But now he had a new goal and it centered on contacting one luscious redhead.
    Maybe if they caught up again it would dispel the exotic mystery surrounding their first encounter and the gloss would wear off?
    Yeah, and maybe if he kept telling himself that he’d be voted in as the next president.
    Whatever he decided to do after they met up again, it had to be better than this. Lack of focus could cost him and his party. And he’d worked too damn hard to get this far to throw it away for a woman who probably wouldn’t be interested anyway.
    Not many women were in this for the long haul. Sure, they latched onto him at the start, thinking it would be glamorous to date a politician. Half of them had dreams of being the First Lady; the other half would do anything to social climb. But none of them lasted once they discovered his manic hours and what that meant: minimal attention.
    His longest relationship had lasted six months and that had been three years ago. Peg had visions of the White House; he’d wanted to do the best job he could. They’d parted amicably. No great surprise she was now married to a state governor who was a prime candidate for the presidential running within the next eight years.
    Besides, what could he offer Adele? The occasional fly-in to Vegas for a dirty weekend? No way would a woman like her be satisfied with that. And he wouldn’t expect her to. Adele deserved to be wined and dined. To be cherished and wooed.
    So where the hell did that leave him? Frustrated, grumpy and confused. Three emotions he didn’t tolerate.
    He had to see her. Get this thing for her out of his system. One person would help him in his quest.
    His sister.
    Damn, he’d never hear the end of it.
     
    Jess smirked as she plopped onto Reid’s sofa. “What’s on your mind?”
    No way could Reid blurt out his real reason for summoning his sister, so he hedged. “Wanted to see how you and Jack are doing.”
    A hoot of laughter erupted from her smug mouth. “Me and Jack. Riiiight…”
    Reid hated feeling this uncertain. He’d always been a guy in control and fishing for information didn’t sit well with him. He hadn’t asked Jess outright for information on Adele because he couldn’t stand her merciless teasing. Looked like she’d cottoned on pretty fast regardless.
    “Someone say my name?” Jack strolled into the lounge room of Reid’s Beverly Hills condo and slapped Reid on the back. “Good to see you, mate.”
    “Hope you’re treating my sis right.” Reid held up a bottle of scotch and Jack nodded. “Though what she sees in a loud-mouthed Aussie chef is a mystery to me.”
    Jack mimicked dicing and slicing. “She likes the way I present my sausage.”
    Reid grimaced as he poured whisky into two glasses. “Can’t believe you just said that.”
    “Hello? Still here, remember?” Jess waved, her expression radiant as she glanced at Jack. “And you, zip it. We’re here to talk about Reid’s love life, not ours.”
    Reid’s hand jerked and sloshed whisky on the sideboard. “Who said anything about love?”
    Jess snorted. “Hmm, let me see. I introduce you to Adele at the wedding. You disappear. Then I get a desperate call the day after I return to Vegas saying you’ll fly me out here for a chat?”
    Jess rubbed her hands together. “Dead giveaway? We only ever chat on the phone, short snatched calls between your meetings.” She pointed at his shirt. “And it’s the first time I’ve ever seen you with your buttons done up wrong. Must be love.”
    “You talk too much.” Reid glanced at his shirt, noted the last three buttons poking through