Take Me I'm Yours (Coffee House Chronicles) by Michelle Miles Read Free Book Online Page B

been a while since a man made her feel that way. Ethan once, long ago. But certainly not at the end, even on their wedding day.
    “I will not fall for him,” she told her reflection in the mirror , pointing at herself. “I will not .”
    She couldn’t. He was Graeme, after all. She must heed her own warning. Still distracted, she dressed.
    It became apparent she would need a distraction from her distraction. She had taken up art classes a few months ago but since she wasn’t very apt at painting, she thought maybe it was time to try her hand at sculpture or pottery .
    In the morning, she’d do some internet research. For now, she was going to enjoy dinner with an old friend.
    Delilah was tossing the salad when she entered the kitchen. The chicken fricassee smelled divine and instantly made her mouth water.
    “ Hey, that smells great,” Marion said.
    “ It needs to bake thirty-five minutes.” Delilah covered the salad bowl with plastic wrap before turning to inspect her friend. “You look great.”
    “I have you to thank for it,” Marion said.
    “And don’t you forget it.” Delilah grinned broadly. “Now listen.” She paused, pointing her finger and Marion knew she meant business. “No sex tonight, remember?”
    “Yes, Mother.”
    “I mean it. You behave yourself.” She shook a finger at Marion to punctuate her point.
    “I don’t know why you think I’m going to fall into bed with him. This is Graeme we’re talking about.”
    “Yeah…well…I want to make sure you know the rules.”
    “Rules, schmules. Would you get out of here already?” Marion shoved Delilah toward the door in a hurry up and get out gesture.
    “I want a full report in the morning.” Delilah picked up her purse. “And don’t burn the fricassee, for God’s sake.”
    “Promise.” She even crossed her heart.
    She hugged her friend and walked her to the door where she waved goodbye. Leaning against the front door, the butterflies insisted on coming back. She was alone…but not for long .
     
    * * * * *
     
    Graeme snatched the printed directions off his printer and read them over again. He knew exactly where her house was and it wasn’t all that far away.
    Since he wasn’t sure what sort of evening Marion had in mind—because he intended to let her lead and follow wherever she wanted—he brought his hostess a bottle of wine.
    Dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a button-down shirt, he grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter.
    He had spent his afternoon working on the website, TakeMeImYours.Com, tweaking and making it easier to navigate. He had never intended to host and design a website for the porn industry but it paid the bills—and very well too. It was a profession he fell into and at first he thought it’d be great to look at hot girls all the time. He had even dated some. But as time wore on, he became jaded and they didn’t “do it” for him anymore.
    His true love, though, was creating life from a blank white canvas. He could lose himself in his paintings.
    His loft apartment gave him the studio space he needed for his artwork as well as a nice office for his day job. His furnishings were clean and contemporary. Amber, a couple of girlfriends ago, had called it stark and sterile. She had tried to inject her own touch by adding a bit of color here and there with throw pillows on his black leather couch, but he would have none of it. Jade and purple pillows with bead trim and fringe were not allowed in his man cave.
    Climbing into his sedan, he turned his thoughts toward the evening ahead. Marion had been on his mind all afternoon and he wondered what her ulterior motive was by inviting him for dinner. She didn’t strike him as the type to have a secret agenda but he’d been wrong before.
    Whatever the reason, he’d take it. If it meant he spent the evening with her playing Parcheesi, he’d do it. If only to spend time with her. If only to see her pretty face and smell her intoxicating scent. He had