Bad Boy Prospect (Alpha Bad Boy Book 2) by Sloane Howell Read Free Book Online

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    "Did you get flowers Louise? I forgot some special occasion didn't I? Jesus, I'm so sorry—"
    "They're for you."
    I freeze in my tracks on the way back to my office. "I'm sorry. Come again?"
    Her smile grows and I realize she is going to ask questions. This causes anxiety to swirl like water in a drain to the center of my stomach. I know who they're from. Well, I'm ninety-nine percent certain. Occam's Razor and all that. What will I say? How will I explain this? I hate lying. I won't do it. Someone lied to me long ago and I almost didn't recover.
    I shake from the thoughts of my past and walk over to the flowers. There is a small card attached to a plastic stick in the middle. My heart is pounding in my chest, in my ears, in my clit. I run my hands down my skirt as I near the vase. The sound of my heels clacking on the tiles beneath me seems louder than usual. All my senses are heightened.
    I lean in and the bouquet wafts into my nose. It's earthy and sweet, and plays with my emotions more than I'd like to admit. I take the card and flip it over.
    'Turn to your receptionist. Tell her to cancel the rest of your appointments.  Give her the day off. Then come to my apartment. I'm going to turn your ass the color of those flowers. - G '
    His address is written underneath. I think my bottom lip might bleed I bite it so hard. My heart is now threatening to burst from my chest and my legs are like jelly.
    "Well, are you going to tell me who they're from?"
    "L-later." I can't believe what I do next. "C-c-cancel my appointments." I suck in as much air as humanly possible because all of it has left my lungs. "Take the rest of the day off. I have something I need to do."
    "Are you sure?"
    I'm already walking out the front door as the words escape her lips. My pussy is threatening to drown my thighs. I can't remember ever being so aroused. His hands are already on me in my mind, his cock thrusting into me. He could breathe on my clit right now and I'd come for him.
     
    ***
     
    Slowly, I stride up to the door, holding onto any semblance of self control that is left in me. I knock and there is a moment of silence.
    "It's open."
    His voice is loud and rough. I turn the handle and push the door open. He's leaning against the framed archway in his hall across the living room. My chest tightens. Holy shit. He fills the hallway the way he did the door frame of my office, in nothing but his baseball pants. The shadows highlight every curve of his ripped upper body and I want to sink my fingernails into his broad chest. His abs look like they don't end as they disappear into his pants.
    Good thing I have a trick up my sleeve. I walk in and close the door. Time freezes for a moment as I stand there, both of us staring at each other. Sexual tension so thick a knife couldn't cut through it fills the room, heavy enough it feels like it might blow out the windows. I shrug off my overcoat, exposing my bare body covered only by the black lace bra and panties I wore to the office, in case he showed up again. I wore high black stilettos so I could get as close to his face as possible at all times.
    He tries not to react, but his neck muscles tighten on top of his shoulders. I want — no, I need his hands on me. His eyes move down my body and then back up, taking in all of me. Then he grins.
    I turn and splay my fingers across the door. My black stilettos force my ass up as an offering to him, and my black thong calls him out on his promise in the card.  I stare straight ahead at the door and then close my eyes. And I wait.
    I hear him stalk toward me and a shiver rips up my spine into the back of my neck. I can feel my arms pebbling, waiting for him to take me, have his way with me.  My body is on fire, electricity coursing under my skin.
    It reacts with his touch as a single finger teases up the length of my back.
    "You didn't waste any time, did you?" His voice is heavy in my ear and his hand plays with my hair, teasing it in soft circles as