KNOCKOUT by Nikki Wild Read Free Book Online

me like a shark on fresh blood.
    “He did!” she screamed. She had to cup her mouth again so she didn’t wake up everybody in my building.
    “Luke Greer was in your house,” she squealed like a schoolgirl. “Oh my God… Did you?!?”
    “Nothing happened!” I warned before she got too carried away. “He only wanted to make sure I got home safe.”
    “Yeah right,” she said enthusiastically. “He could have made sure you were home safe from the parking lot. No way, Bria, he wanted to make sure your bed was nice and warm.”
    I thought about our embrace and decided against telling her.
    “No he didn’t Kaitlyn. He was just concerned about my safety and that’s it.”
    “Whatever,” she said, barely letting me finish. “You can lie to me but I’m your best friend. I can tell something else was going on. What did he look like, at least?”
    “You know what he looks like,” I replied nodding toward the macbook in her lap. Besides, you’re the one who seems to be so infatuated with everything about him.
    “No, I mean, what did he look like in person. Was he tall?”
    I sighed and decided to give her a little bit of what she was after.
    “He was tall,” I said. “Well over 6 feet.”
    “You said he was out for a run… was he sweaty?” she asked.
    “Kaitlyn, I…”
    “C’mon! How did he look?” It was more of a demand than a question.
    “Good. He looked really good.” I sighed, finally giving in. “He was wearing this skin tight shirt, you know, like the ones made of that neoprene stuff?”
    She nodded in anticipation.
    “His arms and shoulders were big, but he didn’t look stiff in the way he moved them. A lot of times guys who lift weights will get this stiffness in their upper body that I don’t like, but he didn’t have that.”
    “That comes from doing a lot of flexibility exercises,” Kaitlyn giggled. “I bet he stretches a lot too.”
    “Yeah, and he had a really nice “V” shape too,” I continued. “His broad shoulders tapered down toward his thin waist perfectly.”
    “What about his face? He looks really handsome on tv. Was he like that in real life?”
    I thought about it for a second. “Yes,” I said. “In fact, if you hadn’t told me he was a fighter, I never would have guessed it. His face was flawless. I’d expect a guy like him to have broken his nose a few time, or whatever. But he looked really good.”
    “Mmm hmmm,” said Kaitlyn, encouraging me to continue.
    “His skin was this really nice tan, but real, not the kind you see on those Jersey douche bags. But his eyes, Kaitlyn, OH MY GOD! I swear, I think he could see everything that was going on in my head with those eyes.”
    She threw her arms around me and laughed. “You’re so lucky. You have no idea what I would do to have Luke Greer save me and then come to my house. So what time did he leave in the morning?”
    “I told you nothing happened,” I laughed. “He came in, we had a little moment, and he took off?”
    She gave me a look that said ‘yeah, right.’
    “I’m serious. He knew what I’d been through, and I think he just wanted to be a gentleman.”
    “Okay, so what now?” she asked.
    “Nothing now,” I replied. “That’s it. What do you want me to do, send him a thank you card?”
    “No! Go see him! You have to go talk to him, Bria.”
    “I can’t.”
    “But you have to,” she pleaded. “What if he was really interested in you? We were just talking about this. It’s the perfect chance to do something that will take your mind off of Kevin.”
    “I don’t know, I’m not the kind of girl who chases after guys like that. It’s not really my style.”
    “What is your style,” she asked, pointedly.
    “I have to go to work,” I sighed. “See you later?”
    “Of course,” she said. “But you better at least think about it.”

Eight

Luke
    W hack ! Whack! Thump!
    I swear, the sound of gloved hands destroying a 100 pound punching bag was enough to jack my testosterone