Melt Into You by Lisa Plumley Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “You’re joking.” Natasha gawked at him. She’d thought he’d looked so happy because he was glad to see her —not because he’d impetuously gotten married. This couldn’t be happening. “You can’t have gotten married. This is ... it’s a joke, right?”
    “Nope.” Exuberantly, Damon kissed Giada. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m finally in love. Real, true, forever love.”
    Love . Natasha couldn’t argue with that. She wanted Damon to be happy. She did. She cared about him. Of course. But ... this?
    It was too soon. It was too reckless, even for Damon.
    “So, are we going to ditch this place or what?” he asked.
    Natasha blinked at him. “What?”
    “I’m dying for a hot shower, a gigantic sandwich”—Damon held apart his hands to show its approximate monster dimensions—“and about fifteen hours of uninterrupted sleep.” With cheerful relish, he rubbed together his palms. “I can only get two out of three of those things here at the airport.”
    “At least legally.” Unexpectedly sidetracked by the idea of Damon indulging himself in a steamy, soapy, naked, non- airport-provided shower, Natasha looked away. That would be ... so hot .
    Then she gave herself a very necessary mental shake.
    “I have a car waiting.” Airily, she waved her hand. Now that she’d opened this Pandora’s box of imagining Damon nude, sudsy, and ready for commitment—albeit to another woman—it was going to be difficult to slam shut again. “There’s champagne there, already chilling. We can use it to toast your marriage!”
    The words were difficult to force out. Especially since Natasha’s overactive mind was suddenly preoccupied with cranking out fresh fantasy scenarios. Oblivious to the fact that circumstances had irrevocably changed, her imagination conjured up several ways she and Damon could have been together if he’d decided to commit to her instead. With Natasha sprawled across the waiting car’s expansive backseat, Damon’s hands holding her steady as he loved her with his lips and tongue. With Natasha on top of him, her skirt hiked up around her thighs as he entered her. With Natasha moaning as she took Damon in her mouth, making him beg her for more, more ...
    Oh God. What was wrong with her?
    “Excellent! I enjoy champagne,” Giada announced, sashaying toward the exit. “This time, we must try not to get arrested.”
    Wrenched from her problematic fantasies, Natasha stared. “ That’s why you got arrested? Because you were celebrating your wedding?”
    Damon looked abashed. “Well, that and the merger. We were celebrating both. Torrance Chocolates and Bandini Espresso are definitely long-term partners now.” While Giada sauntered onward, Damon held Natasha back. He gave her a concerned look. “Hey—are you sure you’re all right? You look ... different.”
    She probably looked lusty, Natasha knew. “I’m fine.”
    “Did something happen while I was gone?”
    I got divorced and realized I want you . “Nope.”
    Damon didn’t appear convinced. “Come on. I know you better than that.” He frowned. “Is everything all right ... at home?”
    His tentative tone snapped her out of her reverie the way nothing else could have. Damon was usually so certain about things. But not about her , Natasha reminded herself. Because Damon didn’t really know her —not all of her. Thanks to the wall she’d created between her work life and her home life, as far as Damon was concerned she was just another tool to help him achieve his stated goal of world chocolate domination.
    Damon still wasn’t finished trying to make his father proud of him. To Damon, Natasha was just a means to that end.
    “‘Is everything all right ... at home?’” she repeated. While the airport hubbub swirled around them, she gave him a deliberately cynical look. “Tell you what: I’ll forfeit my entire year’s salary, right now, if you can tell me one single detail of my home life. For instance ...