Shifted Perceptions (Alpha Division) by C.E. Black Read Free Book Online

he was so close.
    I breathed through my nose, filling my lungs with his essence. My lips parted as the warm hair flowed over my face. Breathing in his breaths felt so... intimate.
    “Be careful, Foxy, alright?” he said softly, his breath teasing my lips, before he released my wrist and slowly stepped back.
    I stood there for a second, unsure. That was it?
    “Yeah,” was all I could get out , before my feet finally carried me out the door and into the cool autumn night. The air felt good against my hot skin and I breathed deeply, doing my best to get my mind back on the mission at hand. I was surprised at how badly my body wanted to say screw Stone and run right back into that hotel room.
    Shaking my head, I opted to wait for Stone in the parking lot. Better than hanging out with Paul and trying to suck in that thick air the hotel room supposedly called oxygen. It was suffocating at times and as I cooled down, I began to look forward to my night out, work or not.
    Stone was right on time, of course and driving a 1970 Ford Mustang Fastback as red as my top. It glimmered in the moonlight from a fresh wax, making it obvious that it was taken good care of. I waited as the purring engine cut off and he stepped out of the car, wearing a black pinstriped two piece suit, complete with a burgundy tie. Another meeting? I frowned, as he made his way around the car and stood in front of me.
    He was smiling , until he saw my face, then he sported his own frown and raised an inquiring eyebrow. “Something wrong?”
    “Actually, two somethings. First, it seems I’m underdressed. I though t we were just going out for drinks?”
    He looked down at himself , then back at me, taking in my skin tight jeans and revealing top. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, as his eyes finally connected back with mine, and my belly flopped. “I think I’m the one that’s overdressed. You look absolutely amazing, though.”
    I raised my own eyebrow and nodded my thanks , before he turned and open the passenger side door. When I didn’t move to get in the car, he looked back at me, his eyebrows drawn. It only took a second before his expression cleared and a smirk graced his perfect lips.
    “And the second thing?” He asked.
    I licked my lips. “It’s your car.”
    His brows furrowed again , as he glanced at the car, then back at me. “What’s wrong with my car?”
    “I bet you’re thinking most women don’t complain about your car.”
    “You’re right. They don’t. They usually drool all over it and beg for a ride, so...”
    “So, I’m a Camaro girl. Mustangs have no place in my life.”
    “Well, that’s that then. I can’t see this,” he gestured between the two of us. “Going anywhere, if you can’t handle the Stang.”
    “No , I guess not,” I shrugged and turned to leave.
    “But, I might be able to live with it for a night, if you can,” he called out and I stopped. “Think you can lower your standards for the night and ride in this old rust bucket? I’ll make sure to park far out, so no one sees you getting out of it.”
    “Deal.” We smiled playfully at each other , as I climbed inside, sitting on the butter soft leather seats.
    The ride wasn’t in complete silence, but neither of us were exactly full of chatter either. He turned on the radio and I nodded my head as Kings Of Leon’s Sex On Fire came on. “This is a good one,” I commented, thinking how ironic. Being confined in such a tight spot with Stone, with his scent surrounding me, was making me feel like my sex was on fire.
    “ I love this whole album,” Stone agreed. “So, Foxy, tell me, is that your real name?”
    “Is Stone yours?”
    “Touché. But, seriously, I don’t see Foxy being put down on a birth certificate.”
    “What’s with all the questions?”
    “It was only one. And I’m just trying to get to know you. Isn’t that what people do on a date?”
    “So , this is a date?”
    “Are you going to answer ev ery question with a