Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tonya Ramagos Read Free Book Online Page B

she brought her car to a stop in front of the main house that she forgot to send Brody a text before heading out here.
    With an apology on the tip of her tongue, she walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. No one answered. She rang it twice more with the same results then typed a quick text into her phone.
    Where are you ? She tapped her foot on the porch as she waited for his response. It came after a minute and a half delay.

    Dipping behind barn .

    Sabrina stepped off the porch and turned, spotting the barn in the distance behind and to the side of the house. She shoved her phone in her purse as she made her way toward it. “I’m sorry I forgot to text before…” she began, raising her voice to be heard as she cornered the barn and froze. “Jumpin’ jelly beans.”
    Narrow hips disappeared beneath the surface of a shimmering pond. Sabrina dragged her startled gaze up an abdomen of outrageously toned muscles, a chest speckled with dark curls, and shoulders of pure latch-on-to-me-while-you-ride-me perfection.
    Brody turned his upper body, tossing the phone he held onto the bank, and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Yeah, I guess they better jump seeing as how they’re likely to get squished by a pogo stick otherwise.”
    Sabrina blinked her confusion. All that deliciously tanned, stupendously corded flesh made her brain fizzle like a fried vegetable. “What?”
    He grinned, pure devil temptation and male amusement, and shook his head. “Never mind. I do enjoy your sayings though, darlin’.”
    “What?” She shook her head, focused on the trees high above his head, and did her damnedest to find her scruples among the lust clogging her head. To his credit, he gave her time to regain her composure before he chuckled.
    “Something wrong, Sabrina?”
    “I thought I told you no surprises today.” She dared to look at him again, but didn’t dare to let her attention move from his face. It was devastating enough to a woman’s senses.
    “I thought I told you to text before coming out,” he countered smoothly.
    “I did.”
    Brody lifted a brow. “I’ve got a lead foot, darlin’, and a mean sports car in the shed to use it in, and I still can’t make it from town to here in a minute and a half. I doubt seriously that Saturn I saw you driving yesterday could do it either. Where were you when you sent that text?”
    Sabrina chewed her bottom lip, knowing he had her. “On the front porch.”
    “Well, now,” he drawled. “You could’ve said that in your text.”
    “You could’ve said you were naked!”
    “I told you I was dipping behind the barn. What did you think I meant?” His eyes flashed with a riot of amused fireworks, and his grin spread from ear to ear. “Did you think I was hiding out dipping snuff like some teenager? I’m too smart for that. I wouldn’t stand a chance of getting my mouth on you again if I did that.”
    Every ounce of her being dictated she not respond to that comment. “Shouldn’t you be working?” she fired instead.
    “It’s Sunday. People aren’t supposed to work on Sundays.”
    “You expected me to.”
    “No,” he said slowly. “That was your choice. Of course, you could always take the day off and come for a dip with me.”

Chapter Four

    Brody watched the indecision wage a war in Sabrina’s expression and knew he was sunk even before she made up her mind to join him. He should let her do what he hired her to do and send her home. He should be keeping a nice, professional distance between them because the fact was he already figured out the cause of the tightness in his chest and his uncharacteristic lack of self-control around her. He was already half-crazy about her.
    It should’ve scared him spitless.
    It didn’t.
    “I’m here because you hired me to take care of your tax situation.” She sounded like she needed more reminding of that than he did.
    “Is the IRS open on Sundays?” He could be reasonable about the whole thing, even rational. And