Fearless by Tawny Weber Read Free Book Online

needing to figure him out. Another part wanted to help him, to put a smile back on that gorgeous face. “Or are you just riding the success wave?”
    “What do you mean?”
    What did she mean? She’d never been close enough to his level of success to have a clue if it was easy to ride out or not, so she was probably totally out of line.
    “Nothing, really,” she said with a shrug that shifted the sheet low enough to remind her that she was very naked, lying in bed with the sexiest guy she’d ever fantasized about. And she was wasting time playing therapist? Talk about blowing about a dozen Girlz rules. “Just ignore me.”
    “No. I’d really like to hear what you think,” he said, shifting onto one elbow so he could stare down at her. Her lips twitched at his automatic move into a powerful position. He was definitely used to things going his way.
    Which didn’t bode well for her suggesting that he might be a little on the spoiled side, at least when it came to success.
    “Well,” she said slowly, telling herself one wild round against the wall and the rug burns on her ass were great memories. She didn’t need a whole weekend. “Take this for instance.”
    This, she indicated with a wave of her fingers between their bodies, meant them.
    “What?” He scowled. “You think I didn’t put in a hundred percent?”
    “Oh, no. You put the whole thing in there,” she said, with a wicked smile. She waited a second for his frown to ease and the entendre to sink in; then she arched her brows. “I’m just saying, when’s the last time you had to work for a woman? When’s the last time you went after someone outside your, well, comfort zone?”
    Someone like her. The real her.
    Someone average, who didn’t have a model body or stunning looks, who made a decent income but didn’t fly off to Hawaii for a weekend fling. Someone who didn’t add another layer of shimmer to his golden reputation.
    “At work, when’s the last time you worked on a—” he almost said project before remembering that she wasn’t supposed to know what he did. She stumbled over the word but quickly caught herself. “—job, or whatever it is you do for a living, that didn’t feel easy? One that was outside your area of expertise?”
    It’d been years, she realized, thinking of his time at Tri-Solutions. He’d started in tech, but once the bosses had discovered how good he was at talking up the projects, they’d jumped all over that talent. She didn’t remember ever hearing about his stellar tech skills, though.
    “So what’re you saying? That I’m slacking?” His face revealed a combination of amusement and offense, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh at her or be irritated over the presumptuous comment.
    She couldn’t blame him.
    Except, well… He’d said it himself. When was the last time he’d actually had a challenge?
    She couldn’t ask, though. Not without giving away her identity. Gia wet her lips. Besides, who was she to tell him what to do? The only way she’d been able to take on a challenge was by hiding behind extensions and a fake name.
    She’d had no idea he wasn’t happy with easy street, though. Now that she knew, she hated seeing him like this. Maybe there were advantages to being average, to being the girl who did endless crunches and planks, never giving up the dream of perfect abs. She got stronger every time she pushed herself. Even if she didn’t quite reach the stars.
    But how did that help him?
    Then it hit her.
    He’d mentioned blindfolds when they were dancing.
    That was the perfect way to rescue her fantasy and maybe make Luke feel good, too. In addition to all the other ways her fantasy was going to make him feel good, that was.
    Excitement took hold. Purely sexual, she told herself. It had nothing to do with the prospect of average ole her making a guy like Luke Monroe feel good about himself. Her pulse danced and she quickly shifted, squishing the pillows behind her back as she