Take Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 3 by Candi Wall Read Free Book Online

used it for a lover? Let them watch?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?” This time when she tried to turn away, he let her, but kept her close so he could pull her ass back against his thighs. Sliding his hand under her shirt, he caressed her stomach. “I’d come watching you do it. I’d love every minute, wishing it was my cock wet and hot and making you moan.”
    She leaned into him heavily, her hand digging into his thigh. “You have a way with words, cowboy, no doubt about it.”
    “Good.” There were too many people crushed in tight for anyone to really see anything, and he slid his hand down her midsection to her thigh before traveling upward to the juncture of her legs. “As long as you know I want you, and that you’re wet. That’s all I could ask for.”
    “Oh, I’m wet, all right.” She arched slightly, rubbing her ass down his quickly growing cock. “But our job is about to kill this delicious moment.”
    Before he could ask what she meant, Chloe weaved her way between the people blocking them from the masses. She stared at Shawna for a long moment. “Enjoying yourself?”
    “Actually—” Shawna stiffened, “—I’m making sure Kalen from Concepts is getting a good show. She’s at the bar, in the red top, watching like the vulture she is.”
    “Really?” Chloe’s eyebrows arched. She looked behind her, scanning the bar.
    The moment her boss turned away, Shawna ripped his hand from her crotch and sent him a play-along-or-you’re-dead scowl. Cash was lost, but when Chloe looked back at them, he shot her what he hoped passed as an innocent smile.
    “What’s she doing here?” Chloe snapped.
    “Since she’s been watching me like a hawk,” Shawna offered, “I’d say she finagled her way in somehow and is trying to get the scoop on Cash.”
    The women continued to chat work and Cash tuned out. What the fuck did he care? He had Shawna’s scent on his fingers, and she was too busy to know what it was doing to him. Grabbing a passing waitress, he smiled. She was as tall as he was, and her tank top and skirt only covered ten percent of her body. “You’ll be my new favorite person in New York if you’ll bring me a long, strong whiskey. The faster the better.”
    “You got it, honey.” She gave him a wink. “But you could have asked for so much more.”
    Man, this was a horny-ass town. He’d behaved most of the night, but the double whammy of wanting Shawna, and Chloe’s demanding presence, had his head spinning. He needed a bracer. More because he suddenly felt like Shawna’s actions, and reactions, even the sexual ones, were for StyleU ’s benefit. He couldn’t figure her out. One minute she was soft and sexy, the next, city-bitch cold.
    The waitress brought him his whiskey and shoved a napkin in his pocket. She winked and leaned close to whisper, “Your drink is compliments of the lady at the bar. So is the note.”
    Cash downed the amber liquor, gritting his teeth against the burn. He scanned the bar and found the woman Shawna and Chloe were talking about staring back at him. She raised her wineglass, her gaze moving from his boots to his mouth with slow, appreciative deliberation. When their eyes locked again, she smiled.
    Digging the note out of his pocket, Cash set his glass aside. Penned in a simple, clear script were the words I’ll triple what StyleU offered you and a phone number.
    Cash tucked the note in his pocket and glanced at Shawna and Chloe. More Shawna. He knew what this shoot meant to her, what she hoped to gain. Chloe was a friend, but she was heartless in the magazine world. Shawna was a different story.
    Fuck, he didn’t know what to think of her. Honesty came first in his book, but something kept him from showing her the note. It deserved a response, so he’d keep it until he knew how to deal with it.
    Shawna and Chloe were a different matter. Dealing with them would take more brainpower. They looked at this as business. Why shouldn’t