My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1)

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Book: My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1) by Stephanie Jean Read Free Book Online
Authors: Stephanie Jean
porch swing to the left of the door and some deck chairs next to a small table. Jason went inside quickly and shut off the house alarm. He waved me inside. I walked in, and my jawed dropped to the floor.
    “It’s so beautiful.” I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, but it was open and airy. The windows at the back went all the way to the ceiling. It was very sleek, with hardwood floors and a cobblestone fireplace.
    “I am glad you like it.” He smiled for the first time since he’d left me earlier.
    My eyes did another sweep of the place . “No furniture at all, did you just move in?”
    He started to walk upstairs , and I followed. “Yes, I just bought it three months ago. I haven’t had time to furnish it yet.” He stopped at the first room and opened the door. “I have an extra bed. My sister stayed with me for a while. So you can sleep in her room.”
    I brushed past him craving the spark that was between us earlier.  He stepped back crossing his arms over his chest. I suddenly felt like he was my bodyguard and not the passionate man who kissed me hours ago. 
    I looked around the large room gathering my thoughts. It was beautiful like the rest of the house, but lacked furnishings.  There was a bed and nothing else. The door to the right of the bed was a bathroom. “I am still unsure why I am here?” I stood mirroring him with my arms crossed over my chest.
    He s et my bags down and let out an exaggerated sigh.  I waited patiently for an answer, but he turned with his back to me and walked to the door like he was leaving. “You are here so I can sleep. Would you like Bo to sleep with you?”
    “That is very sweet of you to share your dog, but I am OK. I am not scared of you, and if I was, I wouldn’t be here.” This whole damsel in distress thing, he was painting in his head, was not working for me.
    “I would hate to scare you so much that you would have to use your gun.” His words dripp ed with sarcasm, and he gave me a cheesy grin.
    “Funny, I would hate to use it too.” I stuck out my tongue , and he laughed.
    “I am going to take a shower , and I will be down the hall if you need anything. Feel free to make yourself at home if you get hungry or thirsty. I have the alarm set, so you’re safe. You also have a lock on the door.” He pointed to the lock. “I know how much you feel protected with these.”
    “Ha ha, I will lock it , thank you very much.”
    I climb ed onto the bed eyes wide open. “What the heck?”
     
    * * * *
     
    I finally fell asleep, which was a slight miracle, but a welcome one. When I woke up I was in a panic trying to place the events of last night. I carefully made my way to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. Then I left the room and quietly tipped toed down the hall. I looked in all the rooms and came to a door that was slightly open. I placed my flat palm on the door and pushed it open. Bo looked up at me from his bed on the floor. I silently walked over to pet him. I stood back up and noticed the clock said it was 5:20. I glanced over at the man on the bed. He slept very peacefully, like a little boy, the covers pulled up to his waist and his T-shirt lifted just a little, exposing his belly button. He was a beautiful man, and I wanted to crawl under the covers and be with him, touch him, smell him, and lick him. That thought startled me, so I turned around and quietly retreated.
    Bo followed me as I went back to the room I slept in. I put on my workout shorts and a sports bra and threw a sweat shirt on over it. I sat on the floor next to Bo and tied my tennis shoes. “Want to go for a walk?” I asked him.
    Bo got up , excited, and raced down the stairs. I was right behind. I stopped in the kitchen to look for paper and wrote a quick note. Bo ran to the front door and looked back at me. I remembered as I reached for the doorknob that Jason had set the alarm on the house. I figured I would take a short jog and be back before he woke up, but now I

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