Leasing Love: A #GeekLove Contemporary Ménage Romance (Your Ad Here Book 2) by Allyson Lindt Read Free Book Online Page B

said she’d be there tonight.” They couldn’t do this if there was jealousy.
    “Should I change? You look comfortable. I should put something else on.”
    He stood and closed the distance between them to grip her fingers. “You look gorgeous, and you still would if you changed. Which you don’t need to do. I promise everyone in the room will be watching you for all the right reasons.”
    A little smile crossed her face, and she leaned her forehead against his shoulder for a moment. “Okay. Let’s go.” She smoothed out her skirt, and let him lead her to the hall and then the elevators.
    Jordan’s reassurances weren’t lip service or false praise. He knew exactly how lucky he was to have Chloe and the life they shared. In high school, he was the gross computer-club nerd who drew the kinky-nasty pictures everyone sneered at him for. The art was worth nothing to him except the distraction it provided from real life. When Cord—who later became Rinslet—offered him a head-artist job at eighteen, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
    Then he met Chloe, and everything before paled. She did the same thing with words that he did with images. They clicked, they fell fast, and between the two of them, they grew their careers and recognition to epic levels. He refused to let either her or himself go back to being the timid high-school kids who were bullied and who cared what anyone else thought. This job and life defined him, and he wasn’t surrendering them.
    He wrapped an arm around Chloe’s waist when they stepped from the elevator, and pointed them toward the hotel restaurant. As they drew within visual range, Chloe slowed, and then stopped. “I’m going back upstairs to change. Apologize for me, for being late?”
    “You’re not going to change.” He tugged her closer. It took him a couple of seconds of scanning, but he found the reason for her reaction. Liz stood near the entrance, in a fitted T-shirt and jeans. Both were too vibrant and had too many creases in the wrong places to be anything but brand new. “You look incredible, and I’m not saying that to make you feel better.”
    “But you’re dressed down, and she’s dressed down…”
    He loosened his grip, but didn’t drop his arm. “I’ll let you go if you really want, but I can almost guarantee she made the same call you did. It means she already cares what you think, and you’re going to impress her by being you.”
    “Except this isn’t me.”
    “It is you. You picked the dress. You’re the person wearing it. And we can spend all night trying to out-logic each other, or we can do this.” He nudged her forward, leaned in enough to brush the edge of her ear with his lips, and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Imagine how much fun it’ll be for her to undo those buttons running down the front of your dress. One. At. A. Time.” The words painted the image in his thoughts, and arousal rolled over his skin.
    “If she’s interested.” Despite the words, the argument vanished from Chloe’s voice.
    “Only one way to find out.”
    Liz was staring at something Jordan couldn’t see, as they drew closer. She looked up and gave a light laugh when she saw them. Chloe’s footsteps slowed, but Jordan nudged her forward.
    Liz nodded at the dress Chloe wore. “I almost bought that yesterday. I’m glad I didn’t.”
    “Oh?” Chloe frowned.
    “You look better in it.”
    Chloe finally relaxed against Jordan, and her gait was more natural as the host led them to a booth near the back of the restaurant. He felt more tension evaporate—his or hers, he wasn’t sure—when Liz took a seat and Chloe slid in next to her. He took the bench seat across, not hiding his study of the two women. When he made the concession and invitation yesterday, this experiment was for Chloe—finally seeing if they could bring reality to the fantasy. Now, as he watched them sitting next to each other, his mind skipped ahead to the possibilities. They were two