Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series by Robyn Peterman Read Free Book Online Page A

concerned. I'm doing this because I love you, Heathcliff—not because it will be fun to electrocute your ass."
     
    I nodded warily. It was surely a very bad idea. However, I did need to rebuild a filter when I spoke to Raquel.
     
    "This is all well and good," I said as I ran my hand tiredly through my hair. "Everyone in the world can believe we are destined to be together, but if Raquel doesn't—it's not happening."
     
    "I agree. You certainly have your work cut out for you." Ethan shuddered and grimaced. "Good luck."
     
    "Anything else you can tell me?" I asked hopefully.
     
    "Nope, hers to tell."
     
    "That's bullshit," I snapped.
     
    "As is much in life," he replied.
     
    I nodded curtly in frustration and stood to leave.
     
    "Heathcliff, don't worry. I know she wants you too, but something’s holding her back. I'm going to help you get her," Astrid promised.
     
    "I really don't think that I…" I stuttered.
     
    "No, don't thank me," Astrid said as she gave me a hug. "It's my duty as your cousin. I will help you kick ass and get the girl."
     
    I hugged her back and was able to hide my look of sheer horror over her shoulder. Of course Ethan saw it and just grinned. I flipped him off and his grin became a laugh. It wasn't funny. It was my life .
     
    But since I obviously hadn't done too well on my own with it… Hell. Maybe Astrid could help me.
     
    ***
     
    "God damn it," I bellowed as my cousin flicked her fingers and almost set my ass on fire. "I didn't say anything bad. Why in the Hell are you zapping me?"
     
    "I'm practicing. It would be a fucking shit show if I zapped your nuts, now wouldn't it?" she snapped.
     
    That shut me up.
     
    I was early to the fight training center. Jean Paul was supposed to meet me at eleven and Astrid had sent word for Raquel to bring Samuel at eleven as well. I had no clue what her plan was, but I didn't care. I wanted to see Raquel. I wanted to know the mystery… and I just plain wanted her.
     
    "Take off your shirt," Astrid instructed.
     
    "What?"
     
    "Your shirt. Take it off. Now."
     
    "Why?" I asked.
     
    "Because Raquel will be here in a few and we need to show off your assets," Astrid explained as if she'd just made a perfectly reasonable request.
     
    "I will not take off my shirt. I'm going to charm her with my wit," I said, right before an electrical volt hit my backside. " Son of a bitch ," I shouted as I hopped around in pain.
     
    Grabbing my ass, I shot my cousin a look that had brought armies to their knees. Astrid simply narrowed her eyes.
     
    "Retaliate and your balls are next," she threatened.
     
    "Fine," I grumbled as I removed my shirt, leaving me barefoot and in my low riding sweat pants. "Should I oil my pecs?" I asked sarcastically.
     
    "Oh my Cousin Jesus," she squealed. "That's an awesome idea."
     
    "I was joking."
     
    "Well, I'm not. Do you want me to magic up some oil?"
     
    "Absolutely not," I said.
     
    "You are being an asshat," she muttered. "I'm here to help you."
     
    She punctuated her remark with another zap to my backside.
     
    This brand of help was not working for me.
     
    "They're coming," she whispered with manic excitement. "Act normal."
     
    "If I act normal, you're going to zap my ass right off of my body," I growled.
     
    "Right," she said as she wrinkled her brow in thought. "Then just flex your muscles and stay quiet."
     
    "Not happening," I mumbled and quickly jumped out of the way as another electrical current zoomed toward me.
     
    "You do realize that if you move, I might blow up your balls and your Johnson," she informed me as the rest of the group entered the training room.
     
    "Balls," Samuel yelled as he pointed at me from Raquel's arms.
     
    "That's right, baby boy," Astrid said as she took her child from Raquel. "Nice to see you, Jean Paul and Raquel. Let's get this party started."
     
    "Thank you for rearranging my suite last night."
     
    Raquel was not pleased. It was evidenced by her raised eyebrows and