Over Exposed by Stephanie Julian Read Free Book Online Page B

than he’d had to give and she’d desperately needed to take care of someone. Greg hadn’t wanted someone to take care of him. He’d wanted someone to be there when he was home to sleep with, someone who didn’t give him shit for working the hours he worked. He’d never cheated on her. The only other mistress he’d ever had was his company, and he’d married that one first.
    Daisy had never really stood a chance.
    â€œBecause I couldn’t give her what she needed and he could.”
    â€œSounds like she might’ve gotten more than she bargained for.”
    She had. He’d spent a couple of nights with her in the ER waiting for her to get her stomach pumped while Neal puked his guts out in the next room.
    Jesus, that’d been a fucked-up couple of years.
    â€œSorry.” The hushed quality of Sabrina’s voice drew him out of those dark memories and back to the kitchen. Where he’d much rather be. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
    â€œYou’re not. Hell, most of my life has been plastered all over the Internet. Anyone with a blog and a camera can call themselves a journalist in California. They ask much more disturbing questions than you. And if they don’t get the answer they want, they’ll make it up.”
    â€œMust suck, having your every move scrutinized. I don’t know that I could take it.”
    â€œYou learn to deal with it.” He shrugged. “Or you don’t and you break.”
    â€œSo you got used to it.”
    â€œFor the most part, yeah.”
    Her gaze narrowed and she stopped stirring the batter. “You enjoy it.”
    He nodded. “Sometimes, yeah. I enjoy the challenge. I like talking to people about movies. I like talking about my projects.”
    She smiled and the bottom dropped out of his stomach. “Yes, I can tell.”
    Okay, so kissing her seemed like a really good idea at the moment. Tasting that smile was more important than breathing.
    And he knew if he kissed her again, this time he wouldn’t stop there. He’d have his hands on that ass, pulling her against his erection until he could get off just by rubbing himself on her.
    Maybe he did need to send her home. Get her the hell out of here.
    Then again, she was an adult and the vibe she was sending out was getting harder to ignore.
    The conversation ground to a halt as she dumped out her dough and began to knead it on the marble countertop. Not for long and not hard, just enough for him to imagine her using those hands on his cock.
    She must not have noticed all the heat he was putting out because she calmly finished patting out the dough and cutting it into triangles, then laying them on a cookie sheet.
    She must have started the coffeemaker sometime earlier, because now she turned and grabbed a mug from the open shelving then waved it at him.
    When he nodded, she poured him a cup then slid it across the table.
    As he drank the coffee, he watched her watch him, wondering if she was trying to work up the nerve to talk about that kiss.
    Finally, she sighed, shook her hair back, and crossed her arms over her chest.
    â€œSo, Greg. Are we going to have sex or are we going to pretend we don’t want to?”
    *  *
    Sabrina tried not to let the blush give her away, but the longer Greg stared at her, the harder it became.
    She’d had a lot of time to think this morning. That kiss last night had made her see stars. Seriously, she swore she’d seen fireworks in her brain. Which had made sleeping almost impossible. After tossing and turning for an hour, she’d finally fallen asleep. And then she’d had
the
hottest dream
ever
. Yes, about him. Her panties had been soaked through this morning, and her thighs actually quivered.
    Damn it, she wanted him. And he wanted her.
    So after she’d tried to talk herself out of this ridiculous plan and started stocking towels in the linen closet, then moved on to an inventory of