Opposites Attract by Lacey Wolfe Read Free Book Online Page B

maybe she never stopped loving him.
     

Chapter 7
     
    Shit! They’d done it again. Randy raked his hands through his hair as he waited for Francesca to return. She’d gone to get two glasses of wine, but he wasn’t sure more alcohol was what he really needed.
    “Here you go,” she said as she handed him a glass.
    He glanced up at her as she stepped around him and took a seat on the couch. They both had their clothes back on, which was a good thing. Taking a sip of the wine, he waited for her to talk. After all, she was the one who invited him over.
    “That was a little unexpected,” she said with a sweetness in her tone.
    “Thought that’s why you asked me here.”
    She giggled. “A booty call…really? I don’t think so.”
    “So you actually have something you need to ask me?”
    “Yeah.”
    Damn, usually when a woman called you late at night with some excuse they only wanted one thing. Or at least the women who called him did.
    “My brother is getting married in a few weeks, and I wanted to see if you might like to go with me.” She took a sip of her drink and then held the glass in her hand, slowly turning it so the red liquid swirled.
    Was she serious? “You’re kidding, right?”
    “No. I thought you might like to see my brother get married.”
    “Yes, but you and me…together.” It was music to his ears. Unfortunately, he knew they shouldn’t go down that road again. “I don’t think so. That would be taking whatever it is going on between us to something else.”
    Francesca set her glass on the coffee table, and he could see the fury in her face. She did not like to be rejected. Never had. “Obviously there is nothing between us. We are just two lonely people who needed the comfort of one another.”
    “Not me. I could have gone home with another woman tonight.” Why did he just say that?
    Francesca’s mouth fell open before she replied, “Really? Then why didn’t you?”
    Because I wanted you. “I wasn’t in the mood.”
    She laughed. “You’re a man. You’re always in the mood.”
    “That’s such a stereotype. We can control it.”
    “Oh really?” Francesca stood up and let her fingers slowly raise her top. Damn would he like to see it keep going, but he had to stop her.
    “It won’t work. We aren’t doing it again. Hell, this was supposed to be over. You got your car back.”
    She lowered her shirt back and crossed her arms. “For once, you’re right.”
    “I’m sure you can call some rich man to take you to the wedding. Don’t you have several in your back pocket?” He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth.
    “You know what? Just get the hell out of here. Don’t worry, I won’t be calling you again for anything,” she snapped.
    Randy thought about saying he was sorry and that he was out of line. He didn’t know what came over him when he was around her. He’d much rather be cuddled up with her on the couch watching a movie than fighting. But instead of responding, he just slipped his shoes on and headed toward her front door. He turned and looked back at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.
    “Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out,” she said.
    He’d deserved it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less that she wanted him gone.
    * * * *
    The next morning, Francesca was still fuming. She thought a good workout would help, but it only made it worse. She’d forgotten her MP3 player at home, so all she was left to while on the elliptical were her thoughts. And of course, her mind was on Randall.
    It was silly to think he wanted anything more with her. She’d had a moment of weakness. Yes, Randall was the first and only love of her life, so far, but that didn’t mean he was the one . The world was full of men. One of them was meant to be hers. She just had to find him. But right now, she had to work on finding a date for the wedding.
    After she had showered and dressed, Francesca pulled her hair back into