Game For Love: Game On (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Cat Johnson Read Free Book Online

she was beginning to forget what it was like.
    “I can call for a table in the dining room, or order something in. I have a bungalow with a terrace.”
    She glanced at her discarded sundress not sure it was up to the standards of the dress code for the dining room here. Besides that, the thought of eating in Trent’s private accom modations had all sorts of appeal.
    “Your bungalow sounds lovely.” While her pulse pounded she stood.
    “A ’ight.” He stood too and reached for his tank top.
    Laurel picked up her sundress and slipped it over her head, then grabbed her bag and drink and waited for him to gather his things.
    She told herself she had to do this for work. She’d go to his bungalow and make one hundred percent sure this was not the man Becky had hired her to find.
    “It’s just down this way.” He tipped his head toward a private path.
    As Trent moved to stand next to Laurel and dwarfed her own five-foot-seven inches, she ignored the knowledge that she didn’t need to go to his private accommodations for proof. She’d found all she needed. The man who’d seduced her client in Miami might have had a credit card with Trent O’Shea’s name on it, but he was not the man in front of her. He might have stolen Trent’s wallet or his whole identity. She didn’t know which.
    All s he did know was that physically every clue told her that this man here with her could not be that man from Miami. The tattoo, his eye color, his height . . . Laurel had all the evidence she needed to support that.
    She needed to call the client, tell her the findings, and then renew her search for an identity thief in Miami.
    What Laurel should do didn’t seem to matter as she turned to where Trent waited for her by the path to his bungalow. “Great. Let’s go.”

    CHAPTER SEVEN
    Trent opened the door and glanced back at Laurel as he led the way into the living room area of his bungalow. “This is it. My home away from home for the week. I have a room service menu ’round here somewhere. And there’s a bottle of champagne in the fridge, if you want some.”
    Apparently, he babbled like an idiot when alone with a gorgeous woman , something he hadn’t noticed before. Then again, he’d gone a long time without sex. The last time had been April of last year, right before he’d left to start OTA for the season. She’d been Pamela Jones, his old girlfriend from Texas. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend. He was single. They were comfortable together. It was simple and easy to fall into bed with her.
    The polar opposite of how he was feeling now with this stranger with the thick auburn hair he itched to tangle his hands in and curves built for speed and excitement.
    “Champagne sounds wonderful.” She smiled and his gaze dropped to her lips. From there, it was only a short leap to imagining himself kissing her.
    What the hell had he been thinking inviting her here?
    The privacy, the view, the champagne—this night could only end one way and that was with her under him in that big bed he’d slept in alone last night. Of course, he could end up under her instead. Or behind her. Or with him holding her in the pool as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and—
    Go od god almighty, this was a bad idea. Even so, his persistent erection didn’t seem to be negatively affected by the dangerous path Trent had led them down. It was blissfully ignorant of Trent’s hesitation and was ready for action.
    Second thoughts did him no good now. She was here and he’d promised her dinner. He headed for t he desk and grabbed the leather-bound menu.
    “What are you in the mood for?”
    One look told him that his question, worded pretty suggestively quite by accident, had her eyes narrowing with what looked like interest. In him, not the food.
    “Anything you want. I’m game.” Her a nswer had his mouth going dry as he thought of the many things he wanted that she might be game for.
    “I had the Stone Crabs last night. They