Blindfolded Innocence by Alessandra Torre Read Free Book Online

needed to get to the office.

     
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    I woke up buried in the soft sheets of my cozy bed.   I stretched, rolled over, and winced at the hangover headache that was pounding in my temples.   I pulled my eye mask up and glanced at my bedside clock.   Holy Shit.   7:45am.    I attempted to jump out of bed, and was squashed back down by the invisible stakes that were piercing some important cerebral mass in my head.   I tried again, slower this time, and ended up on my feet.   Glancing into the mirror next to my door, I saw a face smeared with makeup and a distinct floral skin design that must have come from my pillow.   Ugh.

     
    I grabbed powder blue capris, a white cardigan/camisole set, and some tan Jimmy Choos.   I didn't have time to shower, so scrubbed my face as quickly as I could, and threw on some light makeup.   As any party girl will tell you - one day old going-out hair looks pretty damn good, so I ran my fingers through it and headed out the door.  

     
    I was in the office's kitchen, buttering a stale biscuit and licking some melted butter off my fingers when he walked in.   Whoa.   It was as if every ounce of extra air left the room in that instance, squeezing all of the space out with it and putting me front and center in his laser beam.   Damn.   We locked eyes, and neither one of us moved.   In his office, there had been a long, empty expanse between us.   Now here in the small kitchen, I felt his…essence.   It scared the crap out of me.

     
    His eyes were a normal dark brown color, not anything special, but they blazed with a powerful intensity.   He smelled of…something.   I don't know how to describe the smell but it was intoxicating and animal.   The man reeked of masculinity and sex.   He seemed to be a big tight ball of controlled energy and I could just as easily imagine him ripping someone's head off as dipping me backwards into a kiss.   As I stood there frozen, his sexy features curled into a smile and he looked like he wanted to eat me.   I backed up and bumped into the kitchenette counter.   I was acutely aware of the butter all over my fingers and, now dripping, on the edge of my mouth.   I licked my lips and said the first thing that popped into my mind.

     
    "I'm not Tiffany."

     
    His smile faltered slightly and he shook his head and chuckled.

     
    "I know."

     
    "I'm Julia.   Julia Campbell.   Broward's intern."

     
    "I know."

     
    "You do?"

     
    "Yes.   I just asked Sheila where to find you.   She said you were in here."

     
    "Oh."   A pause.   His eyes never leaving mine.   "Why were you looking for me?"

     
    "Would you like to go to lunch?"   He turned some powerful, magical force on full blast and it was like he radiated with intense sexual heat.   I almost swooned, but caught myself.   Keep it together you damn woman!

     
    "Umm, no."

     
    "No?" His grin increased and he looked almost incredulous.   He glanced around as if wanting someone around to witness this.

     
    "No." My voice grew in strength and confidence.   Cocky prick.

     
    "Why?"   He moved closer and I lost all sense of reality.   The man was like no one I'd ever met.   I could see why divorcing wives would throw apart their legs and beg him for more than lawyerly duties.   The man was walking breathing sex.   I had never found body builders or large men attractive.   I had pined and worshipped the rail-thin pretty look of male models.   This man was built like a God - with the deposition of Satan.   I couldn't imagine being an intern to this man and NOT doing more than filing his briefs.  

     
    I would have moved back farther but the kitchen counter rail was already digging into my ass and no doubt now leaving a bruise.   I met his amused gaze and tried to portray nonchalance.  

     
    "For one thing, you're a little old."

     
    His eyes flickered a bit at that, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

     
    "And?"

     
    "Annnddd, I'm not supposed to talk