Deceptively Yours (Wanton Weston Women, Book Two) by Wynter Daniels Read Free Book Online Page A

desire flared. Shutting her eyes, she imagined him kissing her lips, cupping her breasts. She lay across the king-size bed and closed her eyes, imagining him there with her. Her breath grew ragged. Just a touch from him would wreck her.
    She wouldn’t allow that. For self-preservation, it was a good thing she’d put the kibosh on his advances before anything came of it.
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    Guy strode past Laura’s villa around seven thirty and checked out the vacant property next door. He ducked behind the row of sago palms lining the driveway and tried to see into the front windows of the property. No lights were on inside and he didn’t notice signs that anything had changed there, nothing that would indicate the house now had guests.
    His relief at knowing that Harry still hadn’t arrived made him uneasy. When had he ever celebrated not finding someone he was after?
    Only since I met Laura .
    He wished her face wasn’t half as gorgeous and that her luscious body didn’t call to every torrid need he had. She could easily become a major distraction. But he couldn’t stop himself from approaching her front door any more than he could deny that his attraction to her was more powerful than any he’d experienced before.
    He rang the bell and frowned at the keycard reader, hardly impenetrable security. But when he heard a chain lock slide, some of the tension knotting his shoulders relaxed.
    The door opened and for a brief moment he wondered who’d answered, but the blonde hair and mesmerizing blue eyes gave Laura away. He liked that she’d ditched the glasses and the baggy dress. He couldn’t help but allow his gaze to touch every part of her as she monkeyed with a pearl earring. Dressed all in black with her hair pinned up and a just a hint of makeup, she stole his breath. “Wow.”
    But her scowl didn’t bode well for his plan to take her to dinner over her objection. “What are you doing here?”
    He hoped she wouldn’t be angry or at least not for long. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by. Are you hungry? Because I’m on my way to the hotel restaurant for dinner.”
    She shook her head incredulously. “Seriously? I guess you don’t understand the meaning of the word no.”
    He leaned against the doorjamb in case she tried to shut him outside. “I do understand no, but like I said—”
    “You were in the neighborhood. Yeah, right.” Her simple sleeveless dress hugged every feminine curve and gave him a stunning view of her long legs and sleek arms. Her sandals were nothing but a strap of rhinestones across her toes and a skinny heel that made him question how she planned to negotiate the trail to the hotel. But that was the least of his worries. The woman was so smoking hot, he wondered if he’d have to fight off any other men.
    He folded his arms. “I don’t like eating alone. Do you?”
    “I eat dinner by myself nearly every night.”
    He put on an exaggerated frown but his chest tightened in earnest. “Sounds lonely.”
    She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I have my cat and my laptop. I like catching up on my email while I eat.”
    Not too different from most of his evenings when he wasn’t out of town or on a stakeout. “You’re on vacation. Why do things the same way you do them in your real life?”
    She furrowed her brow, then after a long moment, huffed. “Fine, come in. I’m almost ready.”
    He wanted to shout a big yes, but he simply nodded as she ushered him inside. Brushing past her, he drew in a breath of her floral perfume. “You look…stunning.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she stiffened. Was he coming on too strong? He tore his gaze away from her and forced himself to look at the interior of the villa, which was decorated in a predictably tropical theme.
    There was no sign of anyone but Laura, but he’d known she wasn’t harboring a fugitive before he entered the house. The floor plan was open with a large kitchen, dining room and living