Possessed By You (Overworld Underground Book 1) by John Corwin Read Free Book Online Page A

worry. You are my boss after all."
    He took my coat from the back of the chair and held it out for me. I slipped into it.
    "Thank you for the soup, Thomas."
    I felt a slight tremble in his hand before he removed it from my shoulder. "You're welcome, Emily." He stood in front of me. "What kind of music do you like?"
    Oh lord. I hoped he wasn't about to ask me to a Barry Manilow concert. "Heavy metal," I said, suppressing a grin at the momentary flicker of surprise on his face.
    "Perfect." He grinned. Took my hand and guided me outside.
    "But I really must get home," I said. "It's a school night."
    "It's early." He led me down the street.
    "I was joking about heavy metal." I slowed my footsteps. "And it is a bit late. I have to be at work early."
    "Don't be an old maid." He pointed to a sign down the street. "That's where we're going. Do you like pie?"
    "Oh, I love pie," I said again, unable to bite my traitorous tongue. Damn that thing, it was definitely going to get me into trouble tonight.
    We stepped through a door into a foyer. To the left was a pastry shop. A heavyset bouncer guarded a downstairs entrance to our right from where loud music echoed. Approaching the counter, Thomas smiled at the girl behind it. "Two slices of chocolate pecan, and two decaf lattes."
    The girl gave Thomas a dreamy look for a second before nodding and taking his order. He motioned me toward a table.
    "This really isn't good for my delicate figure," I said, sitting across the table from him.
    He raised an eyebrow, a little smirk playing about his lips. "I think it would take quite a lot to spoil your figure." He leaned closer. "Miss Glass."
    Even with my coat still on, I shivered and my toes curled in my shoes. "Are you wearing some sort of pheromone-enhanced cologne? Or chocolate deodorant?"
    "Why do you ask?"
    "Oh, never mind," I said. There was no way I'd let this man know what sort of effect he had on me. Or the effect he apparently had on other women as well.
    The cute girl from the counter dropped off our pie and lattes, lingering for a moment to look at Thomas with big doe eyes, and ask him if there was anything else he could possibly desire. "My shift ends in an hour," she said, not concealing her intentions whatsoever.
    My forehead pinched in confusion as I looked from the fair maiden to the older man.
    "I'm with a friend," he said with a broad smile.
    She sighed longingly and went back to her onerous duties.
    Thomas shook his head and turned back to me. "You're gonna love this pie," he said. "Best in town." He took a bite, closing his eyes and sighing. "Mmm. So good."
    There was something oddly sensuous about his enjoyment. Well, two could play at that game. I cut a piece. Locked my eyes onto his, and slid the fork into my mouth, pursing my lips as suggestively as possible. Chocolate and pecan ignited my taste buds in a blissful explosion. I closed my eyes and moaned in genuine pleasure. "Oh, it really is yummy."
    I opened my eyes and saw him regarding me, a somewhat stunned look on his face. He recovered. Smiled. "It is, isn't it?"
    A little part of me was thrilled to see his response. I'd never been as good with men as Isabel. Her exotic looks grabbed men by the tender bits and drew them to her like a sexual vortex.
    "You liked getting a reaction out of me, didn't you?" Thomas took a sip of his latte. "Be careful. You might get more than you bargained for."
    "I'm always careful, Thomas."
    He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" A wink. "Careful not to suppress too much, or you might explode one day."
    "Is that hope I hear in your voice?"
    He chuckled. "So, how do you like the new job so far?"
    "It's been absolutely lovely, what with Sandra throwing up and me spilling coffee all over you."
    "What do you want to do when you grow up?" He winked. "And don't say princess."
    I felt my lips spread into a smile. "When I grow up? Oh, I don't know. I'd like to be an executive with a corner office, and a bunch of plushy pens on my desk."
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