How to Resist Prince Charming by Linda Kage Read Free Book Online Page A

music and having the time of her life. Braxton glanced at her and shuddered.
    She wasn’t ugly, not by a long shot, but—
    Braxton shuddered again. He didn’t think there were words to describe Erica Wright.
    Personable? Yes, she seemed plenty personable and acted interested in what anyone had to say. Very interested. But, to put it plainly, the woman liked to space invade. She simply got way too close whenever he talked to her.
    For a while, Braxton was convinced she did it on purpose, thinking herself a comedian. But as the evening progressed, he realized she had no idea she freaked people out when she got right in their face—usually about six inches away—whenever they tried to start a conversation.
    Somebody needed to tell her about personal room. But Braxton decided he wasn’t going to be the guy to do it.
    She seemed to have a good sense of humor, though. She was a cheerful gal. Then again, she had the most God-awful nasally laugh. Braxton actually felt kind of sorry for her. She seemed nice.
    It was too bad he was bothered by her quirks.
    He’d glanced quickly in Greg’s direction the first moment he met her—right after she had approached him as if she wanted to inspect his nostrils for nose hairs. But Greg had cleverly kept his gaze from falling anywhere near Braxton. The lousy traitor. He’d known all along about Erica’s space problem.
    “Never again,” he muttered to himself.
    There was no way he was ever going on another blind date in his life.
    The room was loud, so no one heard his muttered ravings. It was smoky too, and packed with a bunch of crazy college kids.
    Braxton sat by himself at a tall table for four. While Greg stood at the bar, getting another round of Pina Coladas for the ladies, their two dates continued having a blast on the dance floor.
    He slumped even further into his chair. With one foot propped on the edge of the table, he tried to balance his Heineken on his stomach as he glanced around the swarming club.
    Christ, he’d been working at Farris too long because this crowd acted way too young for him.
    There were guys out there slipping their hands up girls’ shirts, and the women were rubbing their bodies all over...well, everything. All the females were practically in their underwear too, not that Braxton minded that aspect. But, damn, weren’t they cold?
    It was January. Hello.
    His gaze fell on one stunning body. Caught, he stared, spellbound. There. As least she’d dressed for the weather and still looked amazing.
    She’d covered just enough to tease. In black pants, wide around the ankles but snug and low over ripe hips, she revealed an occasional peek of flat stomach.
    Her long-sleeved turtleneck was tight enough to show the goods, yet loose enough to make him curious for more. The blouse had this iridescent gleam to it, which was how it caught his attention in the first place.
    She wore her white blond hair down. It curled at the ends, brushing against the tops of her shoulders. Hoping she didn’t have a butterface, Braxton lifted his attention to her eyes and was surprised to discover she was scoping him out in return. And, oh God, he knew her.
    Braxton straightened from his bored and slouched sprawl and nearly spilled his beer in his lap. Fumbling, he caught the bottle and set it on the table, only to search for Lenna Davenport again. She smiled and waved when she noticed she’d caught his attention. His body automatically lifted his hand and forced him to wave back.
    His throat went dry, and his pulse leapt when he realized she was making her way toward him.
    He quickly took a drink and hopped out of his chair. His heart thudded painfully against his chest with every step she grew closer.
    Going to her now would only lead to more forbidden thoughts. But she was already approaching and, well, he couldn’t stay away.
    “Hi,” he shouted so she could hear him above the roar.
    He absorbed her full smile and breathed in the enticing smell wafting off her, the same