Naughty Nicks by Christine d'Abo Read Free Book Online Page B

They’d easily cupped her breasts. He’d be able to pin her to the bed while he fucked her with long, slow strokes. He’d keep her on the edge of orgasm for ages, until she begged enough and he’d slam into her, hard and fast, pushing her over the edge...
    “I’m sorry, Kim. I shouldn’t have touched you that way.”
    She looked up to see that he’d dropped the napkin and was pushed as far back against the booth seat as he could manage. It was only then that she realized she’d been staring at where he’d been touching her. Blake assumed she’d been upset. Oh baby , I’m the furthest thing from.
    “It’s fine. You were trying to help.” There were many more ways she wanted him to help her. Taking her shirt off was a start.
    “No that wasn’t acceptable.”
    “Blake, it’s fine. I didn’t mind.”
    “I can’t go around touching—”
    “I really didn’t mind.”
    He picked up his burger and took a large bite, effectively ending any further conversation. God, at this rate she was going to end up pushing him further away rather than encouraging him to make a move. Great date , Kim. Way to make an impression.
    They continued on in silence for a few minutes longer before her nerves got the better of her. “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all this. I’m going to get a takeout box.”
    Blake nodded, though for a moment she thought she saw disappointment flash across his face. “Probably a good idea.” Before he said anything else, his cell rang. “Shit.”
    “Get it. I’ll get the boxes.”
    Their impromptu lunch was over, and she could tell from his end of the conversation that they needed to get back to the office. She packed up their food while he talked to whoever it was on the other end. Blake had slipped back into work mode and she was left feeling like an idiot.
    It was probably for the best lunch ended early, given how craptastically things had been going. What the hell had she been thinking anyway? She didn’t even know if he was actually interested in her. It was nothing but vibes, and she could be way off base.
    Bullshit. He wants you and you know it.
    Blake’s phone conversation lasted the full way back to Nicks and he stepped into his office, his phone still fixed to his ear. And that was it. Well, she’d made the attempt, but it couldn’t have gone any worse had she tried.
    “Jerry, one second.” Blake stepped back out into the main area. “Kim.”
    “Yeah?”
    “I’m sorry I screwed up lunch.” Then the most wonderful thing happened. He winked at her. “You should try and get that stain out before it sets.”
    “Yeah. I’ll do that.”
    * * *
    The rest of the afternoon passed quickly enough. Blake’s call ended and they both seemed to have gotten over the awkwardness of lunch. Maybe it was the security of being at Nicks, but Kim saw him relax once again. Next time maybe she’d bring takeout and they could have a picnic on the floor.
    The phone rang and she picked it up, making sure to smile as she spoke. “Naughty Nicks Frosted Fantasies. Where one of Santa’s helpers will bring you a special present from the not-so-frozen North. My name is Elf Kim, how may I help you?”
    “Are you like their pimp? What the fuck is a chick pimp called anyway? A pimpette?” Laugher rang in her ears as she slammed the receiver down.
    “Asshole.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Crank call.” She got up from behind the counter and went to fill up her water bottle at the cooler. “Someone just being a jerk.”
    “Do you get a lot of those?”
    Blake closed the distance between them, reached out and cupped her cheek. The gentleness of his touch made her want to weep. This was her attraction to the man, not his good looks, or his humor—although those things certainly didn’t detract—his ability to be real. Most guys she knew would have freaked out when she stood up and crowded in, or else they’d assume she was about to jump their bones—which she wanted to, but no, not