Beguiling (Tempting #2) by Alex Lucian Read Free Book Online

wasn’t entirely sure. All I knew was that he was smiling that ridiculously sexy smile and I couldn’t concentrate much past that.
    “And you’re sexy. God,” I said with disdain, “why do you have to be so hot?”
    He laughed, which did nothing to decrease his sex appeal. He opened his mouth, but he was distracted as a woman walked by and gave him a quick hug. I got a whiff of fancy perfume, caught a glimpse of long brown hair and a leather jacket before Leo said goodbye to her.
    “You could have any one of them,” I said, wildly gesturing to the area behind me.
    His forehead scrunched together. “No, they play the game. They act interested, but then they play hard to get. It gets old.” Something flashed in his eyes as he looked at me, but I was too far into la-la-land to decipher what it was.
    “So,” I said, lowering my voice and letting the liquor play on my tongue as my hand gripped his forearm. “Do you like a woman who is more direct, then?”
    He shrugged. “I haven’t really been around a woman who is like that with me.”
    “Okay.” I picked up the shot Joe had garnished with more whipped cream and tossed it back like I meant business.
    After licking my lips clear of the whipped cream, I opened my eyes, saw the way he was staring at my mouth, so I squeezed his forearm—nails pressing into skin—and said, “Come home with me.”

Chapter Seven
    S carlet Jennings just told me to come home with her. Not like a question; no polite request present in her tone. Probably because her tone was slightly slurred.
    “Probably shouldn’t have ordered that last round of shots,” I said under my breath, but she was too busy swaying in her seat to hear me. Then I noticed she wasn’t swaying, not exactly, she was kinda dancing. The music blaring from the speakers over the bar was slower, and she was moving perfectly to the beat of the woman singing.
    She’d said I was hot. Sexy. But given that hell was not currently covered in ice, and no pigs had flown out of my ass, she didn’t mean come home with me , more like bring my drunk ass back to my house so I don’t kill us both getting back there .
    “Welllllll?” She waved a hand in front of my face. The floppy movement made me wish I was feeling whatever she was feeling. I smiled a little, and she smiled back, spreading her lips so wide that her flushed cheeks lifted and I could see all of her teeth.
    Son of a mother fucking bitch and damn it all to hell. Scarlet Jennings had one of the most perfect, gorgeous smiles I’d ever seen. I cleared my throat and stood, holding out a hand so she could too. Right before she took my hand, she tucked a piece of red hair behind her ear and peered up at me. The slow blink she gave was the only thing that reminded me that she wasn’t sober, because her eyes lasered onto my face.
    “Oh, umm yeah, we can go back to your place.”
    Scarlet shot off the chair, bypassing my hand. Oh no, instead of grabbing my hand, she flung her arms around my neck and hugged me. And by hug, I mean she practically assaulted me with how tightly she wrapped herself around me. I was giving her back an awkward pat, but the second my palm touched her cool, silky hair, I left it in place.
    I thought she was thanking me profusely, but the blood was rushing into my ears so fast and loud that I couldn’t be sure. Call me a typical guy, what the hell ever, but the way her full breasts pressed against my chest almost stopped my heart, and the feel of her hair around my fingers, the way she felt so much smaller than me, made me want to beat my chest and drag her back into my room.
    And that thought made me pull back really quickly. She’d have me arrested if she knew that. I steadied her when my jerky movement caused her to fall forward, and she was still smiling at me.
    “Fuck,” I whispered and turned away, anxious to not see her smile again, because I was likely to do something crazy.
    “Okay!” she said cheerfully and marched toward the