Bared to You: A Crossfire Novel by Sylvia Day Read Free Book Online

time Mark had given me. I needed work to distract me from my crazy-assed family.
    As I caught an empty elevator car, I ripped open a bar and bit viciously into it. I was making strides toward filling my self-imposed chocolate quota before I hit the twentieth floor when the car stopped on the fourth. I appreciated the added time the stop gave me to enjoy the comfort of dark chocolate and caramel melting over my tongue.
    The doors slid apart, and revealed Gideon Cross talking with two other gentlemen.
    As usual, I lost my breath at the sight of him, which reignited my fading irritation. Why did he have that effect on me? When was I going to become immune to his hotness?
    He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me.
    Great. Just my crappy luck. I’d become some kind of challenge.
    Cross’s smile faded into a frown. “We’ll finish this later,” he murmured to his companions without looking away from me.
    Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him. They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Cross, and then back again.
    I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up.
    “Not so fast, Eva.” Cross caught me by the elbow and tugged me back. The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion.
    “What are you doing?” I snapped. After dealing with Stanton, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around.
    Cross caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze. “Something’s wrong. What is it?”
    The now-familiar electricity crackled to life between us, the pull made fiercer by my temper. “You.”
    “Me?” His thumbs stroked over my shoulders. Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel. All the lights cleared except for the one for the top floor.
    He wore black again, with fine gray pinstripes. Seeing him from the back was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. Hard. I wanted him as pissy as I was. I wanted a fight.
    “I’m not in the mood for you now, Mr. Cross.”
    He watched the antique-style needle above the doors mark the passing floors. “I can get you in the mood.”
    “I’m not interested.”
    Cross glanced over his shoulder at me. His shirt and tie were both the same awesome cerulean as his irises. The effect was striking. “No lies, Eva. Ever.”
    “That’s not a lie. So what if I’m attracted to you? I expect most women are.” Wrapping up what was left of my candy bar, I shoved it back into the shopping bag I’d tucked into my purse. I didn’t need chocolate when I was sharing air with Gideon Cross. “But I’m not interested in doing anything about it.”
    He faced me then, turning in a leisurely pivot, that ghost of a smile softening his sinful mouth. His ease and unconcern aggravated me further. “Attraction is too tame a word for”—he gestured at the space between us—“this.”
    “Call me crazy, but I have to actually
like
someone before I get naked and sweaty with them.”
    “Not crazy,” he said. “But I don’t have the time or the inclination to date.”
    “That makes two of us. Glad we got that cleared up.”
    He stepped closer, his hand lifting to my face. I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth; then lifted to his own. He sucked on the pad and purred, “Chocolate and you. Delicious.”
    A shiver moved through me, followed by a heated ache between my legs as I imagined licking chocolate off his lethally sexy body.
    His gaze darkened and his voice lowered intimately. “Romance isn’t in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.”
    The car slowed to a halt. He withdrew the