Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) by Stephanie Jean Read Free Book Online

short or tall; it was frickin’ small. The young girl giggled because she thought I was joking, she repeated ‘tall’.
Whatever
. I pulled it together because she was kind of cute with the giggling and such. I flashed her my perfect grin and she blushed. I followed her down the counter, being flirtatious, making her believe I was into her. It made me laugh inside at how many people were looking for a connection. It was too easy to manipulate women. The world was full of selfish people looking to take what beautiful things they could. I knew this, and did my own taking of beautiful things. The truth was jaded, but life was often unexpected, and so as long as I protected myself from feeling anything, I couldn’t care less what fantasy I might play in someone else’s head.
    When I reached the end of the counter, I glanced around and noticed a girl sitting at a table all by herself. I grabbed my latte and saw that the coffee girl wrote her number on my cup. I winked at her as I made my way toward the lonely booth girl. She was busy with hercomputer and wouldn’t look at me. I observed her for a while, but she was in her own little bubble. “Excuse me, can I sit with you?” The girl moved quickly, like she was startled. I watched as she frantically gathered her things and shoved them into a brown leather messenger bag.
    Then she spoke. “You can have it to yourself. I’m done with it.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I eyed her closely, and she never looked up. She was a small, sweet, scared animal, and she was running to hide in her hole. Her shiny black hair fell over her face as she moved quickly. My fingers itched to touch it. It was silky looking, and fell straight over her very thin, yellow shirt. I caught a smell of her as she left the table, and it took my breath away. She smelled of shampoo, light perfume, and another scent that made my dick instantly harden.
    Stunned, I watched her walk to the door, her backside just as mouthwatering as her front. Her hair made a “v” at the bottom and fell to the middle of her back. It was like an arrow pointing to her tight little ass. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. I watched as she scurried to the door and left in a flash. I sat down and drank my latte. I shook my head, smiling as I went over what had just happened. She avoided me. I was curious if she came here all the time; if so I was positive that wouldn’t happen again. Tomorrow I would be prepared and hopefully she’d show and the scared rabbit would hang on my every word.
    I finished my coffee languidly. Today I worked with my dad. We shared a veterinary office for the last few years. He always watched me a bit too closely. I needed to be on the top of my game, but instead I felt like hell because I was up all night. I sucked in a deep breath and headed to work. I was neutering animals all morning. This was something they teach so much of in veterinarian school that I could do it in my sleep.
    The morning went smoothly, and at lunch, my sister came to visit with me. Jessica was my twin. She was always trying to save me and keep me out of trouble, even when we were kids. She’d take the blame if I got caught doing something wrong. She had two very cute kids, Jasmine and Jack. It was nice to see her, but her kids were busy and she could never stay long. She walked in, handed me my lunch, and sat down across from me. I opened and took a large bite of my sub sandwich as she talked.
    “So we moved family night to Thursday. We know you work long hours on the weekends, so we moved it.” I stared at her with my practiced, impassive look. She squirmed in her seat. I wondered why I enjoyed that so much; making people anxious was my expertise. I already knew she hated to upset me, and like the rest of my family, hated to confront me.
    “Okay, I will be there.” I made it easy on her. I leaned back in my leather seat, and her surprised expression made me uncomfortably happy, an emotion I