Seduced by the Baron (The Fairy Tales of New York Book 4) by Amy Andrews Read Free Book Online Page A

me tell you, he’s definitely interested.”
    Faith shivered just thinking about it. “I think I’ve forgotten how,” she lamented, taking a gulp of her beer. “I think things have grown over down there. I may possibly be a virgin again.”
    “I’m pretty sure Finn still thinks you are a virgin,” Dawn mused.
    “Ty too,” Zel confirmed.
    “ What? ” Faith squeaked. “I lost my virginity at nineteen.” To Pete O’Malley – a guy she’d known since grade school. It had been a nice enough experience. But he’d wanted to get married and have children and Faith was…occupied.
    There’d been four or five Petes since, all neighborhood guys. One of them had even lasted six months. But ultimately not one of them had thrilled her enough in and out of bed to break the status quo.
    “I don’t think they seriously do,” Zel clarified. “They just prefer to think of you in that asexual way bonehead brothers tend to.”
    “Hey,” Mercy protested with a smile on her face. “I love your bonehead brother.”
    “And I thank you every day for that,” Zel said with a grin.
    Everyone knew how thrilled Zel was that Seb had fallen for Mercy. Seb learning how to love again had helped breach the emotional chasm between brother and sister too.
    Mercy squeezed Zel’s hand then turned her attention back to Faith. “Please tell me you’ve had some kind of…mechanical aid during this abstinence?”
    Faith nodded. “I bought one once. Ordered it online. It was the most nerve-wracking four days of my life. I kept thinking Pop was going to get the mail before me and open it accidently and have another heart attack.”
    “That may have been a hard one to explain down at the Lutheran Medical Center,” Zel said.
    “Exactly. But honestly, when it arrived…it looked kind of ridiculous. And have you smelled those things? They smell toxic. Like they were made in a nuclear waste facility. I’m not sure I want something with questionable origins getting all up in my business if you know what I mean.”
    “Clearly you haven’t been on the European party circuit,” Zel muttered.
    “So…you didn’t use it?” Dawn clarified.
    “No.”
    “Oh dear,” Zel muttered. “It’s worse than I thought.” She turned to Mercy. “You know Raf, right? Tell us everything.”
    “Guys,” Faith interrupted as she sensed a plan coming together. “I really appreciate your concern for my sexual welfare but I don’t have time for this. I have a pub to run, remember?”
    But no one listened to her as Mercy started talking. “Let me see. He’s thirty-five. I met him at some international booze fair about five years ago now. His business was just starting out but we hit it off, he asked me on a date – ”
    “A date?” Faith squeaked before she could stop it from tumbling out.
    Mercy had dated Raf? Seriously…what the hell did he see in her when exotic Argentinian vineyard heiresses formed part of his dating pool?
    “Oh no.” Mercy waved a dismissive hand. “We realized after about five minutes that we were too alike and we’ve just been mates, as he says , ever since. We move in the same circles, you know?”
    Faith blinked. She couldn’t believe there’d been no attraction between him and Mercy? Was he blind?
    “What did he do before the beer business?” Dawn asked.
    “He was a surfer for a lot of years. A good one. On the pro circuit. Very popular with the beach bunnies apparently.”
    Of course he was. Faith wished Mercy would stop talking. It was only putting Raf further and further out of her league.
    “I can see him on a surfboard,” Zel said with a nod appreciatively.
    So could Faith. All too well.
    “Explains his ass,” Dawn agreed.
    “I think he injured himself or something so he gave it up and got into beer.”
    “And he’s not ever been married or engaged?” Dawn asked. “What’s the skinny on his private life?”
    “No. His parents divorced when he was a kid and although he doesn’t talk about it