Knowing the Score by Kat Latham Read Free Book Online

You’re...” She gestured toward his torso, struggling to find a less embarrassing way of saying more sinful-looking than a heaping portion of Thai fried bananas covered in coconut with whipped cream , and ooh , I bet you could do a thing or two with whipped cream. “You’re beautiful , but big men make me nervous.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut as blood rushed to her cheeks. “That sounded so stupid.”
    Sure enough, when she opened her eyes again she discovered Spencer had backed up a few inches and his gaze searched her face.
    “Forget I said anything.”
    His lips quirked. “Could do. Or we could just relax and see what happens. I find you...intriguing, Caitlyn.”
    Shivers spread through her. God, this man found her intriguing?
    The tantalizing scent of roast beef reached her seconds before Philip’s voice shouted from the kitchen, “Five minutes to dinner!”
    Caitlyn’s brows drew together. “Should he be cooking?”
    Spencer laughed. “I’d like to see you try and stop him. The doctor told him to take it easy, and he insists that cooking for three is as easy as it gets.” He waved his arm for Caitlyn to precede him into the living room. “I’ve been a bad host. What would you like to drink?”
    Before Caitlyn could answer, a high-pitched moan squealed from behind the closed door Spencer had exited moments ago. A split second later, a body thudded against the door, making it shake in its hinges. Caitlyn’s stomach dove as she rushed for the door. “Philip?”
    “No, don’t open—”
    Too late. She flung the door wide, startled to see a white fluff ball of a dog bracing itself against the far wall as if someone had shouted On your marks! The open door must’ve acted as an invisible starter pistol because the dog launched itself away from the wall and raced with cartoonlike speed toward Caitlyn.
    She didn’t notice the puddle of urine separating them until the dog’s paws hit it. The little body flailed into a wet skid, ramming into Caitlyn’s bare legs with far more force than she’d expect from such a tiny thing. She tottered on her heels, the strap slicing painfully across her blister. With a gasp, she grabbed at the door knob to steady herself—a move she only realized was a mistake when the door swung into the bedroom and took her with it.
    She tumbled onto the floor with a yelp, ass-first into the cold puddle of doggie pee. Stunned, she sat frozen for a second, as if she might wake up from this nightmare and discover the back of her white dress wasn’t piss-soaked. But she felt it, cold and wet, seeping up the fabric and into her bare skin.
    Blurry movement from the living room brought her out of her daze. Before she could blink, Spencer grasped her arms and lifted her onto her feet. He held her like he worried she’d collapse again if he released her. Caitlyn’s shocked stare fell on Philip, who stood wide-eyed with trembling hands covering his horrified mouth. He seemed on the verge of tears.
    “Are you all right?” Spencer asked softly, reaching down to pull the sticky hem of her dress away from the backs of her thighs.
    God, Philip’s expression...the pain and humiliation in it burned Caitlyn’s eyes. Keep calm and carry on. She squared her shoulders and forced herself to meet Spencer’s look of concern with a smile. “Of course. Believe me, in my line of work, I’ve been covered in much, much worse.”
    How not to make yourself attractive to a man—lesson one by Caitlyn Sweeney.
    Actually, this would have to be lesson two, lesson one being Bite his tongue when he kisses you.
    At this rate, she’d be a frustrated virgin until the day she died.

Chapter Four
    Caitlyn let the shower’s spray pound against her shoulders and back as steam billowed around her. Slowly, sensuously, she lathered her hands, lifted one arm and rubbed suds over the slick skin of her underarm, her breasts, her belly, sliding lower...
    At least, that was what she was doing in Spencer’s imagination.