Dirty Dix (Hard Love Romance #1) by Monica James Read Free Book Online Page A

blindly walked straight into someone. Now that poor person is sprawled out on the floor on her stomach.
    “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you,” I say in a rushed breath, quickly dropping to a squat.
    “It’s okay,” she replies, laughing quietly.
    As she turns around to face me, my words get caught in my throat. “M-Madison?”
    I knew she worked here, that’s part of the reason why I’m here, but I wasn’t expecting to literally bump into her.
    “Dixon?” she says, gasping. “What are you doing here?”
    “I’m here with friends. We’re having drinks. And you did say if I was ever in the neighborhood…” I reply, mesmerized by her stunning green eyes.
    “Oh.” She sounds surprised that I actually came.
    I suddenly realize she’s still lying sprawled out on the floor, and like a jerk, I haven’t even offered to help her up.
    “I’m the one who’s sorry. Here, let me help you up.” I offer my hand, which she gratefully accepts.
    The moment she sits up, I see that her white T-shirt is ruined because when she fell, she was holding a tray of drinks. The drinks have spilled haphazardly across the floor, and I feel like a total ass, as I know those drinks will probably come out of her pay.
    “Let me pay for those,” I quickly offer, reaching into my pocket to pull out my wallet.
    Madison waves me off. “It’s fine, honestly.”
    “No, I insist,” I press, trying to do a mental calculation of how much the drinks would have amounted to.
    “It’s fine, Dixon,” she perseveres kindly, placing a gentle hand on my wrist to halt my movement.
    The moment her fingers meet my skin, a zap of something singes through my body, and we both pull away, taken aback by the unpredicted response. My eyes unintentionally drop to her soaked chest, and I see a hint of her pink bra peek through the sheer material. She may be a small girl, but damn, she sure is blessed in the boob department.
    I quickly clear my throat and raise my eyes, as I’m sure she can see me staring at her.
    “I better get back to work,” she timidly says, and makes a move to stand.
    I move out of her way, and also stand awkwardly, not knowing what to say next.
    I’ve forgotten how short she is, and standing in her black Chucks and black shorts, she looks simply adorable. Her long brown hair has slipped free from a loose ponytail, and with her stained T-shirt, she looks a total mess—but not in a bad way. She looks like a beautiful disaster.
    “Well, see ya,” she says with a wave, when I don’t say anything.
    “Oh, yeah, okay, bye.” I find myself wanting to ask her what time she gets off, but I don’t.
    I just watch as she makes her way into the kitchen, leaving me to once again question what the hell that was.

6
    Like an Animal
    DIXON

    I t’s Friday , and my week has thankfully remained drama free since Monday. I intend to keep it that way.
    Juliet’s very public display of self-gratification has definitely been an inspirational vision to accompany my jacking off, but funnily enough, so has Madison’s innocent pink bra. I’m attracted to both women, but for entirely different reasons. It’s not as simple and clear cut as this, but I’m drawn to Madison’s innocence while I’m enticed by Juliet’s depravity.
    I haven’t really figured either of them out yet, but now that I know Madison works Mondays, I intend to pay her a visit and try to get to know her better. As for Juliet, I’m actually a little afraid to get to know her better; I have a feeling the real Juliet Harte would eat me alive for breakfast.
    The phone thankfully interrupts my thoughts, and I answer on the third ring.
    “Hello, this is Dr. Mathews.”
    “Dixon, my friend, how are you?” says Chad Turner, who is on the Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences board.
    “Hello, Chad. I’m great, thank you. To what do I owe this pleasure?” I ask, getting straight to the point, because this isn’t a social call.
    Chad chuckles, no doubt appreciating