No strings attached by Alison Kent Read Free Book Online Page B

your ass. She…simmers, if that makes any sense.”
    Checking the traffic in his rearview mirror, Eric couldn’t help but grin. “Simmers, huh? Takes one to know one, maybe?”
    “I do not simmer.” Chloe pulled herself up straight in the seat. “I boil.”
    “Right over the top.” Eric made a diving motion with his hand.
    “Exactly.”
    She seemed so proud of her fiery nature, he hated to bring up the obvious. “So, you don’t think your tendency toward, oh, I don’t know, aggressive behavior has anything to do with your dating problems?”
    “Why would it? It’s not like I’m running them down with my car or—” she smiled to herself “—drop-kicking them over the goalpost.”
    “Whoa. Be still my heart.” He pressed his palm to his chest and beat his fingers in a thumping tattoo.
    “Don’t get too excited. I don’t plan to make a habit of it. Even for you.”
    “You enjoy being a tease?”
    “I am not a tease.”
    He wanted to tell her to prove it. Instead, he said, “If you give the guys you date what they want to hear, then a lot of them are going to think you’ll give them anything they want.”
    “All because I’m making the effort to be polite? To show interest, even if it’s bogus?”
    “Oh, so now you’re a tease and a fake. A guy won’t know if he’s coming or going.”
    “Sure he will.” Chloe paused, then added, “If he’s going, it’s yellow. If he’s coming, it’s white.”
    Eric choked on a snort of laughter. “That is the sort of gutter mouth comment that’s going to get your ass fired.”
    “Because I’m female. But if we were two guys talking, I could get away with referring to any bodily function I wanted to. And I wouldn’t have to worry about losing my job.”
    “First of all, no guy I know is going to tell that joke.”
    “Maybe not that one, but ones equally offensive.”
    Eric continued to shake his head. “Not on the job, if he doesn’t want to find himself facing a sexual harassment suit.”
    “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have more class than to tell that joke at work. I usually have more class than to tell it at all.” Her tone was a cross between apologetic and defensive.
    More than a little aggravated himself, Eric muttered, “Glad to know hanging out with me doesn’t require any class.”
    She banged her head back against the seat. “Hanging out with you means I can relax. I don’t have to censor everything I say. But I do have an understanding of what is and is not acceptable in the workplace.”
    “Just not what’s acceptable on a date.”
    “No, actually. I think I am well versed in dating etiquette.”
    “That’s right. This isn’t a date. You and me, here and now.”
    “Duh. No. It’s blackmail.”
    Eric took a deep breath and focused on the road ahead. He was so close to saying something he knew he’d regret. He had no business letting her get to him. She was right. This wasn’t a date. It was a deal. And getting mad wouldn’t do anyone any good, anyway.
    “So, tomorrow? Is that going to be a date?” he asked, jumping from the frying pan into the fire. “I mean, I want to be sure I don’t get out of line. That I treat you like a date, if that’s what it is. Or that I treat you like one of the guys and swap smut jokes if it’s not.”
    For several moments Chloe seemed more interested in the road flying by beneath the Mustang’s wheels than anything Eric had to say. A part of him wanted to take it back. A more perverse part was glad for every word he’d said, even though her hands remained locked around the strap of her knapsack and her feet pressed primly together on the passenger-side floorboard. Her posture was straight and her voice was soft when she spoke.
    “I know what you’re doing. Don’t think I don’t. You’re trying to make me behave the way you think I should behave. I get so sick of conventions. Who decided girls had to wear the ruffles and sit on the sidelines? I tell you,” she