JARED: The Justice Brothers Series by Taylor Lee Read Free Book Online Page A

city, it was still decidedly Midwestern without California’s ‘anything goes’ reputation. So much for stereotypes.
    Jarring Hailey back to the present, Jared stood her on the floor next to the commode then tipped up her chin and winked at her.
    “Need any help taking those sweat pants off, rookie? Remember, we gotta be careful of your ankle.”
    Horrified at the idea of him taking her pants down, and not a little embarrassed that he seemed to think she didn’t need privacy to pee, Hailey shoved at his hand.
    “No, Agent Justice, I don’t need your help. But I do need my privacy. If you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone.”
    Jared’s voice was rich with amusement as he gave her a sharp salute, “Eye eye, Officer Michels. But, know that I’m right outside the door. As James Taylor says ‘if you need me, just call my name and I’ll come running…You’ve got a friend…”
    Hailey couldn’t keep from smiling as he left the room singing one of her favorite songs. She realized with a guilty start, that unlike the song, a “friend” wasn’t what she wanted from the arrogant man. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. But whatever it was, and whether or not she was brave enough to ask for it, one thing was certain. The accomplished man humming outside the door could give it to her. Hailey was washing her face, and trying to ignore the fact that in a couple of minutes she would have to face Jared again, when a sharp knock on the door startled her.
    “Promise I’m not coming in, Angel Face. Just thought this t-shirt would be more comfy than those sweats Solly dressed you in.”
    Hailey looked at the door to see Jared drop a t-shirt on the floor. Admitting that the five sizes too large sweatshirt and pants she was wearing would be less than comfortable pajamas she reached for the colorful Harley Davidson t-shirt. She smiled when she read the warning slogan on the front: Ever been shot from a moving motorcycle? Keep riding my ass!
    Her laughter stuck in her throat when she saw that Jared’s t-shirt hit her mid-thigh, revealing a good bit of bare skin. It was one of the challenges of her long legs and what she was sure Jared would derisively label her ‘Barbie bod.’ Hailey sniffed. She was aware that the embattled Mattel Co. was trying to reengineer what the politically correct mavens called Barbie’s unrealistic image and were creating more “normal” varieties of girl-shaped dolls. For better or worse, Hailey was stuck with the long legged, big busted original Barbie shape. It was a figure that had brought her no end of male attention since her body chose to add some distinctive ‘swells’ to her gangly pre-teen figure. She looked back on her pre-adolescent years with a regretful sigh. Life definitely had been simpler when she had a stick-like figure and her nickname was Icha-bod.
    Remembering the appreciative way that Agent Justice had been openly assessing her, Hailey admitted that big boobs had their benefits. At least she got noticed. The problem was that most of the men she met assumed that her breasts, and maybe her ass, were the only things she had going for her. The thought that she might have a brain in addition to her dick magnet body never seemed to occur to the men slobbering over her. Not that Agent Justice slobbered. He was much too knowledgeable about the effect his righteous body had on women to sink to slobbering. Rather, he leered knowingly; assuming any woman was his for the taking—if he chose to imbibe.
    Preparing to hobble out to meet him, Hailey reassured herself. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t met men who were almost as compelling as the bad boy waiting for her on the other side of the door. And it wasn’t as though she didn’t know how to handle horny men, either. She’d had years of practice saying no to the hordes who’d come on to her. Unfortunately she didn’t know if she would know how to say no when her aroused body was screaming yes!
    Jared laughed when the little