Thor (Recherché #1) Read Online Free Page B

these, then I salute you. Until then…” She grabs my arm, using it to steady herself as she puts the other shoe on. Then she bends over in front of me, brushing something off her leg. The material of her dress hugs her arse perfectly and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to tame my dick. I don’t get excited by women, but it’s like the second I tell myself this is one I don’t get to fuck…well then the challenge has been laid down. You always want what you can’t have, right?
    “You look good.” I say. I know women inside out and back to front. I know what makes them tick, what they like to hear, hell, I can practically get most of them off simply by talking. But this is different. Those other women know what I am. They expect for me to turn up the sex, to seduce and manipulate them in ways no one else can. That’s what they pay for. Poppy isn’t paying for it. I’m accompanying her. Nothing more. So I’m not going to tell her that dress makes me want to strip her naked and fuck her—even though it does. I’m not going to tell her that I want to know how she tastes, that I wonder how she sounds when she comes, even though I do. This is unchartered territory for me. A girl I actually want to fuck, but for once it’s not in my job description. Irony can be a real bitch.
    “You look like every woman’s fantasy.” She says sarcastically before reaching up and straightening my tie. “My sister will hate me.” A grin breaks across her face and I simply shake my head. I’ll never understand women.
    As soon as she gets in the car she fiddles with the radio until she finds some 80s station. She looks out the window, humming along to Stevie Wonder and tapping her hand on her thigh.
    I wind through the Saturday morning London traffic until we pull up outside The Ritz, where her sister is getting married. I cut the engine and there’s a beat of silence. She stares at her lap fiddling with the clasp on her clutch bag. Her shoulders tighten and she chews on her bottom lip. I can feel the tension radiating off her instantly.
    “Hey.” I reach out and pull her lip from her teeth before I can think not to. “It’s fine. We’re just here to get drunk remember.”
    Her eyes meet mine and I hold her gaze for long moments. I don’t know this girl, she doesn’t know me, but when I look in her eyes, something pulls at me, something foreign. “Okay.” She breathes.
    Getting out of the car, I pass the keys to a waiting valet and open Poppy’s door. She takes my waiting hand and allows me to help her out. I can feel her hesitation as she lingers at the bottom of the steps that lead to the front entrance.
    “Look, just so you know. I’m not exactly popular with my family.” She says in a rush.
    “Popularity is overrated.” She smiles and glances at the floor. “We’re just here to get drunk, remember?” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into my side. I hear her breath hitch delicately but she makes no effort to pull away. Her body relaxes slightly, her shoulders dropping and her breathing evening out.
    “Okay. Thanks.” She says.
    This is seriously foreign territory for me. We’re almost like… normal people. I’ve done the date thing, escorted women to weddings, charity functions, parties, but I’ve never escorted a woman who didn’t know I was just that…an escort. It’s kind of fucked up.
    I keep hold of her as we cross the lobby of the hotel. People linger, some sitting on the leather couches, some standing and talking. Poppy focuses straight ahead, but I’m attuned to the attention of others. Every eye subtly shifts our way as we pass through and into the hallway. When we’re outside the room where the wedding is being held, she stops. I glance down at her but she keeps her gaze fixed on the floor. People mill around outside, fussing the way people do whenever there’s a wedding.
    “Poppy!” An older woman calls to her from down the corridor. Poppy paints a fake smile on her