Subfrenzy (the Subfrenzied Series) by Kimberlee Jane Read Free Book Online Page A

“Nice outfit.”
    “I had a--” I gestured vaguely again. “Laundry day.”             
    “ You look good,” he said lightly.
    “ So do you.”
    “ No wonder you hesitated.” His fingers touched mine when I handed him my coat. “You should have said something. I'll turn the heat up. Don't freeze in the meantime.”
    He brought back a light blanket from one of his smaller sofa chairs. I was mentally relieved, on the verge of taking Lanie's advice. “Thank you so much.”
    “ I'm, uh-- I'm going to change. I'll be right back.”
    “ Do you smoke in here?”
    “ Absolutely,” he replied.
    Relaxing, physically and mentally, I looked around his living room. Two smaller chairs were spaced near the glass coffee table. I lit a cigarette to wait for him. When I dropped my lighter, I saw another set of smaller windows in the dark part of the room. They led me to notice a sliding glass door that opened to his balcony. A dark blue towel hung over the longest railing, next to a lounge chair I hadn't seen in the shadows. Shadows on the floor helped me see a water dish and a pet food bowl in his kitchen. Some of the wariness I felt immediately went away.
    It wasn't long until he returned. I caught glimpses of firm muscles in his chest, outlined by the light blue t-shirt he wore. Lust raged when I saw the taut muscles in his long arms.              
    “ I've got some whiskey, maybe rum, if you'd prefer that instead? Or beer?” he asked, going into the kitchen.
    “ Do you have soda? Beer's fine if you don't.”
    “ I've got orange soda, root beer-”
    “ Orange would be great, thank you.”
    Quinn put the drinks on the table and sat down, leaning against the couch's right corner. He found a game controller in it's armrest. “Is there anything on Netflix you've been watching?”
    “ Lot's of stuff,” I said. “You've got good shows and movies queued.”
    “ I've heard a lot of good things about ' Weeds. '” 
    “ It's a great series,” I agreed.
    He lit a cigarette and watched me put mine out. “You work for a law firm, right?”
    “ As a personal assistant, yes.” The way he asked put me on edge. “You're a financial adviser?”
    “ ... yes. Will it offend you if I smoke?”
    I glanced over at the screen and smiled slowly. “Smoke pot?”
    “ I had a feeling.” He grinned. “I usually only smoke on the weekends. Special occasion, because it's only Thursday?”
    “ I do that, too. I planned to catch up for the week, tomorrow.”
    “ You're more than welcome to join.”
    “ Yes please. Thanks for offering.”             
    “ I've got a blunt rolled somewhere...” When he smiled at me, some of the distanced-business edge was gone. “You're incredibly polite.”
    And it wouldn't go away. “Thank you.”
    “ It's refreshing.” When he smiled, some of the distance between us went away. I sat cross-legged and kept the blanket tucked in around me. He handed me the blunt with a green lighter.
    “ Is pot your only drug?”
    “ Yes, only weed. You?”
    “ Same.” With confirmation, I didn't hesitate to light it.
    “ I like you,” he grinned suddenly. “You're really laid-back.”
    “ Thanks,” I blew smoke over my shoulder. “Er, yeah, I like you, too.”
    “ Can you see the screen from all the way over there?”
    It took me a second to understand, but I moved closer and rested my shoulder against his. He put his arm on the back of the couch, behind my neck. I wasn't normally able to stay high for more than a few minutes around people I'd never smoked with before. Yet the hazy, pleasurable cloud was spreading through my head, tingling, bringing heightened awareness. I liked the sensitivity that had settled over my skin, the anticipation that made me realize how much I wanted to end up in bed with him.  
    “ I feel really, really good,” he leaned his head back. “I haven't felt this good in a while.”
    “ Agreed.”
    “ Where are you from?” he