Cajun Magic 02 - Voodoo for Two by Elle James Read Free Book Online Page A

that the mere thought of Lucie could have him as hard as a cypress tree in no time at all.
    “I think,” Eric’s voice drifted to him, “I’ll ask her out.”
    Ben sat up, whacking his forehead against the underside of the desk. The room dimmed with tiny pinpricks of light squiggling through his vision. He fell onto his back and lay still, willing the miniature glow worms to go away.
    “You all right under there?” Eric’s face wavered into view.
    “Yeah.” Ben rubbed the knot forming on the right side of his forehead. “Just knocked my head.”
    Eric stared at him. “You’re going to have a nice-sized goose egg. Want an ice pack?” He lifted a phone. “I could have the on-site clinic bring one up.”
    “No, I’ll be fine.” Stupid, but fine . As long as Eric didn’t mention Lucie again. Ben climbed to his feet and straightened his clothes. Not that he had a hard-on anymore . Nothing like a bump on the head to kill the urge. Maybe he needed to clobber himself every time he thought about Lucie.
    “So what do you think about what I said?” Eric asked.
    “I think we’ll find your rat, no problem.”
    “No, not about that. About Lucie.”
    He glanced around the room, looking for a mallet or something. Anything to bop against the growing lump on his forehead. Pain would help him erase her from his brain . He reminded himself that pain was the only thing she’d given him in the past.
    His glance swept across Eric. The man was waiting for his response. What could he say? Go ahead, screw the only woman I ever cared about . He forced a shrug. “Why not? It doesn’t hurt to ask.”
    “With every eye on my campaign, I’ve been afraid to ask any woman out.” He shoved a hand through his thick blond hair. “Next thing you know, the papers will latch on to the relationship and make it sordid, or have me married before a preacher could say ‘dearly beloved.’” Eric sighed. “I guess I’d better not. No use dragging Lucie through the media circus.”
    Quietly, Ben released the breath he’d been holding. “I’ll just check your father’s office for bugs.”
    “Thanks, Ben.” Eric’s smile was genuine, and a little sad. “I’m glad I can count on you.”
    “That’s what friends are for.” He opened the door to Jason Littington’s office and stepped in. He stood several seconds, staring off into space, rubbing the lump on his head. Did I really tell him to go for it ? With a sharp tap on the goose-egg-sized bump on his forehead, he sent pain stabbing through to his stupidity.
    Hell. He’d rather poke a finger in his eye than see Lucie with another man.
    …
    Lucie stepped up to the guard’s counter at Littington Enterprises. “Is Eric Littington in his office?”
    In his crisp gray and blue uniform, Pascal Pasquale answered without looking up from his X-Men comic book. “Who wants to know?”
    “Get real, Pascal.” Lucie tugged the hem of her sleeveless powder-blue shirt, regretting her choice of clothing as her overlarge chest stretched the fabric all out of proportion. The matching skirt was too short and tight as well. She’d borrowed the outfit from Lisa’s closet, wanting to attract Eric’s attention and still look her best when he fell in love with her. “You know who I am. Is he in, or isn’t he?”
    When she quit fiddling with the shirt, she glanced up.
    Pascal’s gaze fixed on the disproportionate parts, and his mouth hung open like that of a whale trolling for plankton.
    She closed her eyes and counted to five. Then she opened them and lifted Pascal’s chin with the tip of her finger until his teeth snapped shut. Pasting on a flirty smile, she leaned over the top of the desk and purred, “Be a sweetie, and see if Eric is up in his office.”
    “He’s up—he’s in. Ah, hell, Lisa, why’d ya have to go and bend over like that?”
    “I’m Lucie, not Lisa.”
    “Lucie? But you look like Lisa.” Pascal’s brows twisted over his nose.
    Okay, so dressing like her sister