Burn For You (Boys of the South) by Marquita Valentine Read Free Book Online Page A

distance, too.
    “Who’s stalking you?” I ask anyway, because I can’t help but want to protect her and beat the other guy’s ass. 
    She shakes her head. “Not me. Another girl, but she’s okay. Besides, I don’t work there anymore, not after what happened with us.”
    “You were fired?” Well, shit. Maybe I can talk to Chase about rehiring her, since I can’t.
    “Not really.”
    I give her a look. “Explain ‘not really’.”
    She looks down at our hands instead of answering me.  “Let go of me, and I’ll be happy to.”
    “Maybe I like holding your hand,” I reply, rubbing my thumb along her skin. That familiar feeling of falling comes over me, but I don’t let go.
    “What you like and what you should be doing are two very different things, Mr. Montgomery,” she says, slipping her hand from my grasp. She crosses her arms in front of her and pins me with a glare.
    The wind picks up, chasing a strand of wavy, light brown hair around her beautiful, angry face.  Unable to help myself, I tuck that loose strand behind her ear and let my fingers linger for a moment on her soft skin.
    “What I want to do is criminal, Ms. Basnight,” I say softly. So much for keeping my distance.
    She sucks in a breath, her cheeks flushing again.  No act, far as I can tell. She’s all out of her element. Satisfaction roars. She wanted me then at Kings, and she wants me now.
    The knowledge sends a shot of pure lust straight to my cock.
    Jesus, I’m in trouble.
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    L andry
    “Then go be all lawbreaking with Mrs. Montgomery,” I say, unsure if I should leave or not. Of all the things I could be in life, being attracted to a married man is not one of them.
    His brows crash together. “Wow. That’s...uh, pretty sick.”
    “I assume married people, like you and Mrs. Montgomery—”
    Another one of those panty-melting grins curve up the corners of his lips, and I suddenly feel like a joke’s been made, only I don’t know the punch line. He leans into me, overwhelming my senses. I clench my fists to keep from touching him.
    This is a really bad idea. There’s no way I’ll be party to breaking up a marriage or even if I didn’t break one up, to be complicit in his affairs. I start to back up, but Beau catches me by the elbow.
    “You think I’m married?” he says softly, his lips brushing my ear. It doesn’t help that he has in the lip ring. The warm metal is like nothing I’ve ever felt against my skin. The naughty part of me wonders what it would feel like against more sensitive areas. I shiver, my nipples tightening and heat pulsing between my thighs.
    Married, Landry. He’s married . Snap out of it. “I know you are.”
    “What’s my wife’s name?”
    Licking my lips, I struggle to remember the name on the paper. “M—Mia.”
    He laughs then, low and sensual. The grip on my elbow lessens as he steps away from me. “Why don’t I introduce you to Mia?”
    I take a deep breath. “That would be great.” Then I can get this farce of an interview over with and go home to my parents’ house so I can cry into the want ads.
    Beau gestures for me to come inside, letting go of my elbow at the same time. Walking inside, I follow him. Today, he’s dressed more casual, in dark jeans and a short-sleeved shirt that shows off the definition in his arms.
    He stops, and I step neatly to the side in order to avoid crashing into him. I survey the scene, confused. There’s a baby and a man sitting on a sofa. The man is an older version of Beau, while the baby looks nothing like either of them.
    “Landry Basnight, this is my father, Remington Montgomery.”
    I wave. “Nice to meet you.”
    “Always nice to meet such a beautiful woman,” Remington says.
    Beau rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath.
    Suddenly, it clicks. The Remington Montgomery, racing legend. My parents are huge fans, though I never got caught up their racing fever. While the races were on after Sunday dinner,