Brooklyn Heat by Locklyn Marx Read Free Book Online Page B

pulled her close. How he smelled like soap and peppermint gum. How badly she’d wanted him.
    “Friendlier,” she said, her eyes never leaving her computer.
    “What?” He seemed startled.
    “I was a lot friendlier last night.”
    “That’s what I said.”
    “No, you said I was a lot more friendly. And that’s not correct English.” She clicked on an ad for a biomedical engineer. She knew nothing about biomedical engineering, obviously. But she needed to keep her hands busy. She cut and pasted the name of the contact person into an email, and started to compose a fake cover letter.
    “Are you sure?” Chad asked. “Because that doesn’t sound right.”
    ‘Yes, I’m sure.” It was a lie. She had no idea which one was correct.
    “Well, whatever,” Chad said happily. “I failed English. And friendlier or more friendly, I liked you a lot better last night.”
    “I liked you a lot better last night, too,” she said, still typing. “Of course, that was before I realized you were a big asshole who was just trying to get into my pants.”
    “I was trying to get into your pants,” Chad said. He leaned back in the booth, draping his arms across the back of it. “And I am an asshole.”
    Kenley couldn’t resist anymore. She looked up. His dark brown eyes were looking right into hers, and he actually seemed sincere. No, she told herself, the guy’s a jerk.
    “Let me make it up to you,” Chad said. He reached over and picked up one of the French fries that was sitting on her plate.
    “That’s mine,” she said.
    “You don’t share food?”
    “Not with you.”
    “Fine.” He held it out to her, teasing, daring her to take it from him. She was about to tell him he could just put it down on the plate, but at the last second, she decided not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she leaned over and took the fry into her mouth.
    Their eyes locked across the booth, and when his fingers grazed her lips, shivers flew through her body, down her spine and all the way to her toes. She settled back into her seat, determined to ignore the dampness that was suddenly between her legs.
    “So anyway,” Chad said. “I come in peace.”
    “That’s great,” she said, and rolled her eyes. “How’d you know I was here, anyway?”
    “The front desk guy told me.”
    “Good to know they’re all about the privacy,” she said. “How did he know you weren’t a serial killer? Or a stalker?” What was up with that hotel, anyway? Now she was definitely going to write to the Better Business Bureau about them.
    A wounded look passed over his face. “Is that what you think of me? That I’m a serial killer stalker?”
    “No,” she said, and tilted her head. She closed her laptop and pretended to think about. “You’re probably not a serial killer. If you wanted to kill me, you could have done it last night, when you had me alone in your hotel room.” The side of his mouth slid up into a wry grin, like he was remembering what they’d been doing last night when he had her alone in his hotel room. “But you could definitely be a stalker.”
    “I’m not a stalker.”
    “Then why are you following me?”
    “I told you, I want to make it up to you.”
    She knew it was a lie. Guys like him didn’t just try to make things up to people.
    He definitely had some ulterior motive. But what? He reached over and went to grab another fry, but Kenley pulled the plate toward her. Chad rolled his eyes. “Can I please have a fry?”
    She nodded, afraid that if she said no, he was going to try and feed her again, and she was already completely worked up. It was extremely unfair. Here she was, just sitting in a booth at a freakin’ Friendly’s, minding her own business, trying to find some shitty job to replace that shitty job she’d just lost, and even though Chad was a total asshole, she couldn’t stop thinking about going back to his hotel room and letting him do whatever he wanted to her.
    She couldn’t decide what was