Nice Girls Finish Last by Natalie Anderson Read Free Book Online Page B

suited him—acquire, improve, sell. ‘Isn’t it that you don’t actually believe in your own products?’
    â€˜No, it’s because I have a low boredom threshold.’ His eyes glinted with naughty undercurrents. ‘Once something’s up and running, I’m no longer interested. It’s the challenge of getting it together and out there that I like. And I like to keep my independence.’
    She gripped her glass tighter. ‘So you’re not interested inthe challenge of continuing growth or developing depth in any of your projects?’
    â€˜No.’ That glint flashed even brighter. ‘That’s not really my thing.’
    There was the subtext. He loved the initial challenge, but was so a no to seeing it grow to something bigger. Just like his relationships with women? Well, that was fine. She already knew there could only be this, right now….
    She didn’t want a relationship. She was doing well—loving her job, loving her freedom out of the family shadow. She didn’t want any slide backwards into neediness and she feared that if she let a guy in for too long, she’d lose her hard-earned independence and confidence. But one night wouldn’t be too long.
    She realised he was watching her with that intense focus again.
    â€˜So what about you?’ His glint became an all-out blaze. ‘Let’s get to that killer sofa and you can tell me more about how you handle those rugby stars.’
    She led the way back to the lounge. ‘There’s not that much to tell. I’m only the PR administrator.’
    â€˜Slash team organiser slash wardrobe mistress slash stadium Girl Friday.’
    â€˜You got me on a good day.’ She shrugged it off with a smile. ‘Most of the time it’s the usual running around chasing people and paperwork.’ She stopped to put her empty glass on the low table in front of the sofa and turned.
    He was right behind her. With the quickest movement she’d ever seen he ditched his glass on the table and took the last half step to be within breath-mingling distance.
    She swallowed. ‘This probably isn’t a good idea.’
    â€˜No, it’s a fantastic idea,’ he assured her.
    She moistened her lips. But it didn’t cool them—nothing could stop the temptation bubbling over. Purely sexual.Blatantly provocative. Honestly, if she didn’t have an orgasm soon she was going to go insane. She was halfway there now. Who knew that nymphomania was actually some flu-like virus you could be struck down with in a matter of minutes? Well, now Lena did, because all she could think about was sex—him and her and heat. Touching and skin and tongues and other body parts merging and teasing and satisfying.
    â€˜This can only be the one night,’ she blurted.
    It had to stay hers to control. It wasn’t about letting him do what he wanted. It was what she wanted—good age-old fun with an expert. She wanted the fantasy. She’d been so damn good for so damn long. Just a few hours for herself couldn’t hurt, could it? Not with Mr Single. Mr Playful. Mr Perfect-for-One-Night.
    He was smiling that irresistible smile and she was so mesmerised she didn’t move as he lifted a hand and traced her jaw, then her mouth, with his index finger. His eyes tracked his action, intently focused and promising. ‘Whatever you want.’
    His simple charm reinforced her belief that this could be light and easy. His simple touch made it impossible for her to deny herself the incredible pleasure of more.
    She met his hot, good-humoured gaze and her long-hidden playfulness broke free. ‘That’s right.’

CHAPTER FOUR
    S HE’D never known her blood could simmer.
    â€˜Something else, isn’t it?’ Seth murmured with a gentle shake of his head. ‘The chemistry.’
    Lena stood with her legs locked so she stayed upright. It was more than anticipation, it was