Future Investment: (Taboo Romance Series) (Forbidden Fruit Book 2) by Ali Parker Read Free Book Online Page A

where you're going, playboy." I gave him a cheeky grin. I'd never date a guy like him in a million years, but he seemed like the right man to know. He was outgoing from what I could tell, and I had no doubt that he knew everyone in the hospital.
    "Now, look... if you get to call me playboy, then I get to call you Lizzy." He extended his hand. "Come on. Shake it. You know you wanna."
    I laughed and shook his hand. His energy was contagious, his smile wide and welcoming. With what was sure to be a killer personality and his light green eyes and spiky dark hair, I had no doubt that Steph would be talking about him soon. Him and Aiden.
    Aiden. Just the thought of him had my heart racing, my body aching for something I'd never in a million years get.
    "Better? Satisfied?" I pulled my hand back and started to move past him.
    "I figured your hands were soft." He moved in beside me.
    "Why's that? Do I look like a soft type of gal? Fluffy and squishy?" I gave him a sideways glance as he visibly paled. I couldn't help but laugh at his discomfort.
    "What? No. Ugh. You girls are so damn difficult." He held the door open for me to the girl’s locker room.
    "This one especially." I glanced over my shoulder as he stopped. He wasn't allowed in the girl’s side, which was a perfect getaway for me.
    "Come have a drink with me tonight." His eyes moved down me, and where I should have felt something, I didn't.
    "I will!" Stephanie moved up beside me and extended her hand. "I'm Stephanie, Elizabeth's best friend."
    "Well... this day just keeps getting better." He reached in as far as he could while keeping one foot out in the hallway, and shook Steph's hand. "Come have a drink with me tonight, and bring your uptight friend."
    I growled and lifted my eyebrow. "I'm not here to have fun."
    "She's always like this. I'll drag her along. Give me your cell and I'll put my number in it." Steph moved away from me, and I turned my back and walked to my locker. She'd be pissy about me not going, but hopefully it would be a good time for her to win Parks over. They'd be cute together, though I was pretty sure the hospital had rules against that sort of thing.
    "Give me Lizzy's digits too."
    I turned and narrowed my eyes at both of them. "Don't you dare. I'm dating someone. Stop being a flirt, playboy."
    "Come on, Lizzy. I just want to be friends." He gave me one of the cutest looks I'd ever seen. He was a panty-melter no doubt. The sound of Steph's girlie sigh had me barking out a sharp laugh.
    "You're corrupt. Stay away from me. I'm not available for anything, including a friendship." I turned back to the locker and rolled my eyes, unable to help myself. There was no way in hell I would ever consider dating someone like Parks. He was looking to score, and then he’d be on to the next victim.
    "Alright, but don't deny me the right to say that I told you so when you're asking for my digits," he laughed, and I ignored him, giving Steph a chance to hopefully take his attention off of me.
    "Don't forget to text me where and what time," Stephanie called after him.
    I glanced back and lifted my eyebrow as she approached. "He's nothing but trouble."
    "I know. I love it," she giggled and wrapped me in a side hug. "How are you? Working different shifts than you is killing me."
    "At least you got the evening shift." I bumped my forehead against hers softly. "I miss you too, though."
    "Come with me tonight. This guy is obviously interested in you, but just deny him, and I'll clean up the mess you leave behind." She gave me a silly smile and moved back. "Please?"
    "I really can't. I have a dinner at Dr. Crawford's house tonight. It's something I'm not missing." I turned from her and finished putting my stuff up before grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "I'm running home to shower and change into something a little dressier."
    "I'm still jealous over you getting Dr. Crawford as your mentor. Mine's a mean old woman with a thick accent that I can barely understand.