Endless Nights: Vegas Nights, Book 3 by Karen Erickson Read Free Book Online Page A

you mean you don’t like this place?” Luke hadn’t taken his gaze off the rack of bras he was staring at. In fact, he’d pulled a hanger out, looking at the cups of the bra, then staring at her chest. “What size are you, anyway?”
    Like she’d yell it out in the middle of the store. Customers milled about, elegant-looking women who reeked of money. Young women dressed to kill who also reeked of money—or at least pretended to. And the occasional guy who appeared completely out of his element.
    Funny how Luke seemed to fit right into this place, despite his enormous size and the confident masculinity that seemed to radiate from him. Maybe that was exactly why he fit in. He didn’t act uncomfortable. He held a bra in his hand like it was no big deal.
    She didn’t know if that made her feel better or worse. How many women had he brought shopping to this place before her? Ugh.
    Now there was a thought she didn’t want to linger over too much.
    “Can I help you two find something?” A woman appeared out of nowhere, clad all in black, her low-cut shirt revealing a glimpse of a sexy black lace bra. Her dark red hair was cut in a perfect straight edge, her lips blood red, her eyes smoky with dark shadow and expertly applied eyeliner.
    Compared to her, Andrea felt plain, with no makeup on, her hair a little wild from the shower and no available products to use. At least she was wearing a cute dress. Oh, and the best accessory of all was with her.
    Luke Freaking Nelson.
    “We’re looking for something for my…friend.” Luke flashed her a grin that melted her insides a little.
    Okay a lot.
    “Anything in particular?” the woman asked, turning her assessing gaze on Andrea.
    Her cheeks heated, and she sent Luke a questioning glance. She had no idea how to answer that question.
    “Something sexy. Beautiful,” he said, his voice low, his gaze burning as it swept over her, making her skin tingle. “Price doesn’t matter.”
    Andrea’s jaw dropped open and she started to shake her head in protest, but he sent her a firm look. One that said he wasn’t in the mood to argue so she snapped her mouth shut.
    Okay then.
    The woman smiled, revealing perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth. “Perfect. Let me go gather some items.” She turned her attention to Andrea. “Size medium, cup size…34B?”
    Wow, she was good. “Yes and yes.”
    “Give me a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” The shop employee buzzed away like a woman on a mission and Andrea turned her attention to Luke, startled to find he’d moved much closer to her in a matter of seconds.
    “You don’t need to spend a lot of money on me,” she murmured, batting at his hand when he tried to grab her waist. Not that she stopped him, considering he slipped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in close. “Seriously, did you see the way that woman’s eyes lit up when you said money’s no object?”
    “I said price doesn’t matter,” he corrected, a mischievous smile curling his too-perfect lips.
    She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way his hand slid up and down her side, growing closer and closer to her breast with every upsweep. His touch affected her even more, considering she had no underwear on and the dress fabric was so thin. “Whatever. It’s a waste of money, what you’re about to spend.”
    “Let me be the judge of that.” He dipped his head and kissed her right behind her ear, making her shiver. “I swore you were at least a C cup.”
    Andrea tried to shove him away when he made a grab for her breast, embarrassment over her lack of size ruining the arousal that had started to simmer low in her belly. “Sorry to disappoint.”
    “Hey.” He clamped his arm tight around her, forcing her chin up with his other hand so their gazes met. “Trust me, I’m not disappointed. Far from it.”
    “Really?” She wanted to melt at the sweet way he was looking at her, his fingers gentle on her chin.
    “Really.” He released