If The Shoe Fits by Judi Fennell Read Free Book Online

thankful she wasn’t shoving him and his offer out the door. “If
you’re sure…”
    “ I am.” She grabbed the baster and
ran it under a stream of water from the faucet. “Don’t worry,
Reese. You won’t regret hiring me.”
    He already did. But not for the reason she
thought.

Chapter Six
     
    As Reese left the restaurant, he sent a quick Thank you heavenward that he hadn’t screwed up and that
Bella was still on board.
    Then he turned the corner and saw his car. Someone wanted to get screwed.
    There was a woman draped over his
Ferrari.
    Trouble. With capital double Ds.
    “ Can I help you?”
    The woman, her body melting onto the sleek
contours, blood-red manicured hands caressing the hood as if it
were a mink coat, gave him the once-over. Twice . A
sex-kitten smile followed as she pushed herself off the car, her
impressive—and cosmetically enhanced, he was sure—chest leading.
She licked the slight pout of her lips, their color matching her
nails, and tossed a curl over her shoulder as she sashayed toward
him.
    “ I think you certainly can
definitely help me,” she purred, stopping just shy of a chest-on
collision.
    As if he hadn’t seen this before. Women were
always throwing themselves at pro players.
    Brassy hair color, heavy makeup, size two
clothing on a size eight body… Was she working this corner or had a
friend of his mistakenly thought it was his birthday?
    She looked up, batting fake eyelashes. Why did
women think guys liked fake anything on a woman?
    “ I was told that a handsome stud
drove that car.” Again with the once-over. “My information was
correct.” She traced a long claw down the front of his shirt. “I’m
Staci Fontaine and I just had to meet the man who could, um… tame that engine.”
    Someone needed to tame her and he wasn’t
volunteering for the job.
    Reese stepped back, almost choking from the
perfume she must have bathed in. “I’d be happy to oblige, but I
have an appointment.” He got into the car, but wasn’t quick enough
to prevent her from slithering her way between his seat and the
door.
    She leaned against the door and rubbed her leg
along his thigh. “Do you eat at this restaurant often?”
    Christ. As a pick-up line, it was lame at
best. As a legitimate question, no way was he going to give her the
chance to stalk him. He might have to stay away from Bella, but he
wasn’t desperate for female company. “I had a meeting with the
caterer.”
    “ Bella?”
    Great. Dolly Parton-gone-downtown knew Bella.
He nodded, and tugged on the door.
    The chick could not take a
hint.
    Then, to make matters worse, he heard a
nasally, off-key, “Oh, Prince Charming!” from across the
street.
    Creepy Stalker Chick from the other day was
back. Reese groaned. This kept getting worse.
    But it quickly got better when the tacky
bombshell jumped to her feet and turned toward Creepy Stalker
Chick, giving Reese the sliver of space he needed to slam the door.
Then he turned on the ignition and threw the stick shift into first
in one movement. A quick salute and he pulled into traffic before
the women knew what he was up to.
    It was just as well they’d showed up; he
didn’t need to spend any more time mooning over
something—some one —he couldn’t have.
     
    ***
     
    Jonathan Griff nearly fell off his chair.
Whether that was in glee over their kiss, horror because Staci was
acting like a strumpet, or pride because he’d finally mastered subliminal messaging, Jonathan didn’t know. He was just
thankful that Reese had acted on his suggestion to head to the
restaurant this morning instead of calling Bella to ask her. He
hadn’t foreseen just how well it would work out, but he was quite
pleased with the results.
    Well, until Staci had shown up. He needed to
have a talk with that girl’s Guardian. Something must be done so
she’d act like a rational human being instead of a cat on the
prowl.
    Jonathan snorted. He believed in miracles—had
seen quite a few—but he