Blended (Redemption #1) by Sasha Brümmer Read Free Book Online Page B

dismissal.”
    “You know Lawson?”
    “I do. He works for me.”
    Holy shit.
    “You know, I rather like Chicago. I think that I’ll stay for a while.”
    “Ah, my library has won you over, hasn’t it? It wouldn’t be the first time.”
    If I’m being honest, it’s a huge part of why I want to stay. I’ve never felt more comfortable in any one place before. “I wouldn’t want to stroke your ego.”
    “My ego can handle it.”
    “Well, if you insist. I think it was the final deciding factor. There’s just something about this place that holds me captive. I can see myself wasting hours in here . . . sort of like today.”
    “You should apply to be a member then. I’ll have the fees waived for the application as well as the annual membership.”
    “There’s no need for that,” I say as I get up onto one of the barstools and pocket my card that the librarian left on the bar top.
    “Maybe not, but I want you to be part of something that I own,” he says as he moves between the chair adjacent to mine and me, and stands there, looking down at me. My blood heats at his proximity.
    “What do you want out of it, Mr. Brass?”
    “I’d like to take you on a date.”
    “A date? You mean that you just want another pair of my panties because you’ve already worn out the first.”
    “No,” he says firmly, “I’d like to take you out and possibly enjoy a drink or two in neutral territory.”
    I pause and watch him for a while before I give him my answer. This is possibly the worst idea I have ever had, but something about the way he’s looking at me makes me want to oblige. “All right, when and where?”
    He pulls out his phone and glances at it for a few seconds before looking up into my eyes. “Tomorrow evening at eight. Leave the where up to me.”
    “I think—”
    “No, don’t think,” he interrupts. “Give me your number and I’ll text you the details.” He slides his phone into my hand and after a moment of consideration, I give in and dial my number into his phone. I call myself and wait to hear my phone go off before I hang up and save my contact details under Whiskey and Rye instead of my first name.
    He takes his phone back and pockets it without looking at the screen. He moves his hand to my knee, and my eyes shift from his face to where his hand is scorching my skin as if a frozen static has stung me. His long fingers trace the seam of my leggings, and I’m entranced with watching his hands move before I’m able to look away.
    “Are we going to fuck now?” My voice is too soft and needy; it’s not my own, and I’m sure that he notices because I swear I just felt his entire body stiffen even though he’s inches away from me.
    “Not yet. I have rules, remember?”
    “Oh? You don’t sleep with someone on the first date?”
    “No. I don’t date women in Chicago at all.”
    Confusion becomes me, and I raise my brow at him. “Then why are you taking me out?”
    “I’m asking myself that exact same thing right now, and if we don’t get out of here, then I’m going to regret taking advantage of you.”
    “I like being taken advantage of.”
    For some reason, my statement doesn’t seem to surprise him, which in turn shocks me. “I don’t doubt that. Did you drive here this evening?”
    “I took a cab,” I say coldly as I take the last swallow from my tumbler. For some reason, I’m pissed the hell off now. I don’t understand why he won’t just fuck me right here when it’s obvious he wants it too. To hell with him and his moral standards. I need to be penetrated and fucked like a goddamn savage.
    “I’ll take you home. Grab your things.”
    Asshole. Who does he think he is? He sure as hell isn’t in charge of me—or my actions either. It doesn’t even look as if he’s going to be in charge of my orgasms. What a shame. His rejection swims through my veins like poison, and I cannot figure out what it is about sex with me that doesn’t intrigue him.
    “I can find my