Thor (Recherché #1) Read Online Free

table. The girl sat at it is on her phone, typing away furiously.
    The waiter leaves us. “Poppy I presume.” Her head jerks up and she freezes, her lips slightly parted. I’ve seen pictures of her sister a lot. Their father is a party leader for the Conservatives. Violet Whitely is photographed regularly because she’s hot, but her younger sister… holy shit. I’ve seen some stunning women over the years but Poppy Whitely is jaw dropping. Long red hair falls around her shoulders in loose waves, contrasting against perfect porcelain skin. Sharp cheekbones cut across her face, accentuating full lips that I’d pay good money to have wrapped around my dick. Her wide hazel eyes trace the lines of my chest, working slowly up to my face. She swallows heavily but doesn’t look away, holding my gaze almost confrontationally. I was balls deep in Anna’s arse less than an hour ago, but my dick twitches with just a look from this girl.
    She pushes up from her chair, revealing the simple grey jumper dress that she’s wearing. It covers her from neck to knee, but clings to every one of her petite curves.
    “And you’re Thor.” She holds her hand out to me as though she expects me to shake it. I have to smile. Grasping her hand, I lift it and place my lips against the skin at the back of her hand. I can smell her perfume, a distinctive scent that I’ve never smelt before.
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say in a low voice.
     

 
    Dark green eyes glance up at me through long dark lashes, locking on me. My skin is tingling beneath the touch of his lips and my heart is hammering against my ribs unevenly. I stand there like an idiot unable to move or speak. Some men are good looking but in a realistic kind of way. This one looks like he stepped out of another world where his kind of gorgeous exists. The name Thor would be apt—he looks like a damn God. Broad shoulders fill a perfectly fitted suit jacket, black with a matching shirt. As he bends forward his hair falls slightly over his forehead, the damp strands sitting in a sexy disarray. My brain trips over itself for a few more seconds and his lips twitch into a sexy smirk. Shit. I look like a fumbling idiot. I blink and yank my hand from his grasp, tucking it behind my back. My skin is still tingling from the brush of his lips and the sensation is spreading up my arm. My knees feel wobbly, so I sit down, bracing my elbows against the table.
    He takes the seat across from me, unfastening his jacket with a casual grace. “Thank you for coming. I guess Elodie told you about my predicament.” I try to sound confident, but the way his eyes snap to mine makes me think he sees straight through me.
    He rests one elbow on the table and taps his index finger against his full bottom lip. “She did, but I have to ask…why is your friend having to set you up on a date? Surely you have plenty of offers?”
    I sigh at the thought of having to go with one of my mother’s friend’s sons. They’re all such pretentious twats. “They’re all idiots. I’d rather go alone. In fact, I’m perfectly happy going alone. It’s Elodie who insists that I take a ridiculously attractive man with me.” I gesture towards him. “No offence. I mean, I’m sure you’re very nice aside from….the muscles. And the face.” I blurt. Oh my god. I feel heat creep into my cheeks as a blush makes its way over my face.
    “None taken.” He says though I can see him fighting a smile.
    “She kind of has a point. It would piss my sister off. Anyway, if you fancy coming, getting shit faced drunk with me and possibly holding my hair back while I vomit my guts out, that would be great.” His head falls back and he laughs, a deep rumbling sound that resonates deep into my core. Where the hell has Elodie been hiding this guy?
    “Well if there’s food and drink I’m there.” 
    “Uh, it’s my sister. She’s having a hundred and fifty grand wedding. I’m pretty sure she’ll be feeding the five