Pushing the Boundaries (Picking up the Pieces #3) by Jessica Prince Read Free Book Online Page B

having seen me coming down the stairs yet. Thank God, because it took a while to school my expression into something impassive. My stomach felt like a swarm of butterflies had taken flight, and I was pretty certain I was going to throw up at any second.
    You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. I repeated as I hit the entryway.
    “Hey there. Have a good day at the shop?” I asked without a backward glance. I continued past him and into the kitchen, trying to remain casual as I grabbed a wine glass and poured. I gave myself a few seconds to mentally pat myself on the back. I was doing great. I pulled off nonchalant like a boss! After bringing the glass to my lips and gulping, I realized Trevor had yet to respond.
    I sat my glass back down and turned to face him, gripping the edge of the counter behind me to hide the fact that my hands were shaking. He was standing at the entryway of the kitchen, legs spread and planted in place, his thick arms hung at his side. His hands were clenched in tight fists, and when I finally met his gaze the blue in his eyes flashed with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The muscle in his jaw ticked, causing my stomach to plummet instantly. He looked angry—an emotion I’d never really seen on Trevor before. He was always so carefree and easy-going. I had convinced myself that there wasn’t anything that could ever make Trevor Devareau mad, so why was he staring at me like someone had just pissed in his Cheerios?
    Swallowing past the lump rising in my throat, I tried my hardest to sound cavalier as I asked, “Are you okay? You look angry.”
    His hands flexed and clenched several times before he responded. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
    Shit, he doesn’t like it.
    “Uh…” Think fast, Lizzy ! “I was doing housework. These are just my throw-around clothes.”
    “I can see your ass,” he said. His eyes trailed down my body without ever blinking. “And your nipples. Oh, Christ,” he groaned like he was in pain and ran his hands through his blond hair, dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling.
    Okay, now I was starting to get pissed. So he wasn’t attracted to me, big deal. He didn’t need to be an asshole about it. I might not have the body of a supermodel or some shit, but I wasn’t anything to sneeze at.
    Turning my whole body to face him, I propped my hands on my hips, kicked one leg out, and glared. “I’m pretty certain you’ve seen more than your fair share of tits and ass, Trevor. And I’m certain I’m more covered up than some of those sluts I’ve seen you drooling after.”
    Having had enough, my humiliation and anger wouldn’t allow me to be in his presence for a second longer. I stomped toward him, prepared to side-step around his massive frame to escape to the confines of my bedroom, but as I walked I noticed his eyes dart down to my chest. My breasts weren’t overly large, but I was endowed enough that they had a little bounce to them when they were set free. And judging by the darkening of his almost teal-blue eyes, he’d definitely noticed their little jiggle.
    Not bothering to cover them up, I just kept walking, dead-set on escape. I didn’t want to spend one more second around the infuriating man. Yes, I was angry, but worse than that, he’d actually hurt my feelings with his reaction. That was what stung the most.
    Breezing past him, careful not to brush against his body, I started for the stairs when I heard the deep rumble of his voice from behind me. “Fuck it,” he growled.
    A second later, a startled yelp escaped me as something tagged my waist and hauled me through the air.
    “What are you doing?” I screeched as my back hit the hallway wall.
    Before answering he caged me in place, pinning me to the wall with his hard body…and I mean hard everywhere .
    Oh, my.
    His forearms rested on the wall on either side of my head, bracing himself. “What I should have done the first goddamned moment I laid eyes on you,