Bottled Up: April Fools For Love by Roxy Mews Read Free Book Online

right below the red and white No Littering sign.
    “I’ll pick that up later,” Ang said. “But first you need to understand, I told Nate’s boss to abort the whole prank. I told him if he could get out without you finding out he was a dancer I’d still pay him.”
    “So when he kissed me…”
    “That was your boobalicious body that tempted him.” Ang got out to pick up the cup.
    Betty scrambled after her. “Wait. You’re saying he wanted to kiss me?”
    Ang tossed the cup into the trashcan. “Yup.”
    “And I ran out on the guy who has been my masturbatory fodder for damn near a decade?”
    “Yup.”
    “Can you offer me anything more than a monosyllabic response?”
    “At least you gave him your number first.”
    Betty ran to follow Ang up the steps. “How do you know that?”
    Ang got them into the apartment that was blissfully free of all plumbers and strippers pretending to be plumbers. “He asked me if he should delete it.”
    Ang tossed her keys in the little tray by the front door and went into the kitchen. Betty stood in the doorway while her friend clanged around in the fridge before coming out with two beers. She stood there as a cold bottle pressed into her hand.
    Ang moved Betty onto the couch before shutting and locking the apartment door.
    “And?” Betty was finally able to ask.
    “And what?”
    Betty was glad the beer was in a bottle. A can would have crushed under her white knuckles. “Did you tell him to delete my number?”
    Ang laughed.
    Bitch.
    “No. I told him to call you.” Angela took a long drink that obscured her face and any clues for Betty to tell if her friend was serious or not. Ang finally tipped the bottle toward her and said, “You’ve been pining for this guy for a long time. You compare every other man to his unattainable perfection. You should give him a shot. Even if you two have zero chemistry now, at least you’ll know and can move on.”
    Betty felt the red creep up her cheeks. She was relieved that her best friend let a stripper keep her number. But on the other hand… “What do I do if he calls?”
    “You ask him to give you a private performance and take advantage of his hot stripper body.”
    “Ang. Be serious.”
    Betty blushed more at the thoughts of watching Nate Dallas take off every piece of clothing in front of her. She’d had that very dream on more than one occasion, but now she had some real visual data she could incorporate into the equation. Like the fact that he had a faint scar on his neck. And how his ass felt beneath the heels of her feet.
    She had a lot of time to think about it, as she watched her phone remain silent for the rest of the night.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Nate wasn’t opposed to manual labor. He didn’t mind doing the heavy lifting, but he did have a problem with his new boss watching him do everything in the name of supervising.
    She had to be staring at his ass. He would have been offended or mad, but the woman stared just as blatantly at a butterfly out the window an hour later. She was still mesmerized by the bug as customers came in and out of the store. So Nate did what he was hired for and sold the merchandise.
    Turns out he had a bit of an eye for fashion after so long in the industry.
    He pulled a long sweater out of the hands of a petite woman shopping to cover the curves she was overly self-conscious of.
    “I’m sorry, I was going to try that on,” she said.
    “Nope,” he told her as he hung it back on the rack. “You are going to try on…this one. Do you like blue or red better? They both have a blue undertone that would go brilliantly with your complexion.”
    The woman frowned. “They are both really snug looking. And I’d rather have black.”
    Nate shook his head. “I would get fired for crimes against fashion if I let you cover up those curves and wash out your soft skin.”
    The girl blushed. “If you really think I can pull it off…”
    Nate loaded her up with a whole outfit. Her pants were too