Curse of the Alpha: The Complete Bundle by Tasha Black Read Free Book Online Page A

made little peaks in the fabric as it clung to her hastily dried curves. She knew she smelled like honey.
    His heartbeat sped up and she could smell him – fearless arousal. Behind them, No Shirt stirred restlessly and she caught a whiff of jealousy.
    “I’m Justin,” said No Shirt, trying to win back her gaze.
    “Will,” said T-Shirt.
    “We’re seniors,” Justin said.
    Ainsley smiled at their awkwardness. Had the boys looked like this when she was in college?
    “Let’s run upstairs and you can take a look at the dresser. It’s okay if you can’t help. It looks to me like getting it out of here without smashing it to pieces is impossible but maybe you’ll think of a way.”
    Will was right behind her on the stairs and she could feel his admiration.
    When they reached the third floor, Ainsley opened the door to the front bedroom. They all looked at the dresser.
    “This dresser?” Justin asked.
    “Yes. It’s just so big, I don’t know what to do with it,” Ainsley said playfully, letting the double entendre hang in the air.
    “I’ve always been good at squeezing big things into tight places,” Justin said, returning her jest like the tennis player his shirt proclaimed him to be.
    “I’ve handled bigger,” Will said.
    Ainsley suppressed a laugh, but they were already ignoring her as they got down to business.
    It was obvious that they were good friends and that they had moved stuff together before. With a lot of nodding and grunting and very little talking they angled the beastly dresser and headed for the door.
    “Don’t you want to take the drawers out first?” Ainsley interjected, sounding far more like her mother than she would have liked.
    The boys just laughed.
    “Nope, this is no problem, miss,” Will said.
    Justin actually winked at her.
    Down the stairs they went, and it was beginning to look like they were right and it was no trouble at all when they turned the corner onto the second floor landing and slammed Justin’s hand into the plaster wall. He grimaced and Will strained and unpinned him. The plaster was pulverized, which meant Justin must be in a lot of pain.
    They eased the dresser down on the landing. Justin held his hand to his chest. Ainsley hurried over to him, racked with guilt that she had let them move something that obviously ought to have been hacked to pieces with an axe and gone out in the trash.
    “We need to get ice on that right away,” she said. They followed her downstairs obediently. She pulled a tray of ice out of the freezer. Her parents must have been the only people in the state without a working icemaker. She cracked the tray and shook it into a plastic bowl, grabbed a plastic bag and a towel and made her way back to the living room.
    The boys were standing by the sofa looking at the wound.
    “I’m so sorry, Justin. Sit down and we’ll get some ice on it.”
    He sat on one end of the sofa and she knelt on the floor in front of him. She knew her kimono was barely covering her assets in the back. She sensed Will move a few steps to get a better viewing angle.
    “Give me your hand.”
    He offered her the hand right away. They were so quick to comply to her every command. She wondered what else she might tell them to do.
    “Can you open and close it?” she asked.
    Justin flexed his fingers. Ainsley took his big hand delicately in her smaller one. She lifted the bag of ice from the bowl, wrapped it in the towel and ever-so-gently applied it to his hand.
    “That feels good.”
    “I’m glad. And I’m so sorry you got hurt trying to help me.”
    “It’s okay. We will get that thing out of your hallway and come back to fix your wall, I promise.”
    “Please don’t worry about the wall. Everything’s fine. Are you feeling better now?”
    “Yeah,” he said, no longer trying to hide the fact that he was staring straight down her robe.
    She stood up slowly, letting her breast graze his leg. She heard him swallow. The scent of arousal poured off them