Tempting Sydney by Angela Corbett Read Free Book Online

at that. Clearly, he didn’t know about my romance novel expertise. He grinned like he knew what I was thinking. “As a bonus, with me, you wouldn’t have to worry about claws, or the chance of being ripped apart mid-orgasm. I’m a far better choice than fiction.”
    It took me a few seconds to respond. “Noted,” I managed to get out, still a little shocked by his opinion of himself—and trying to decide if his statements were an actual invitation. Yeah, we’d flirted, and we had chemistry, but was he as attracted to me as I was to him? I almost snorted at the thought. It seemed impossible. We had nothing in common but our love for cars and banter.
    Jax pulled She-Ra’s keys from his pocket and dropped them into my hand. “How’d you get this car?”
    We’d gone from werewolf sex to car questions in less than ten seconds. I felt like I had verbal whiplash and it took me a minute to get my bearings after the subject change. My mind was still stuck on what he’d look like naked—with or without claws. I shook it off and answered his question, “I stole it. How do you think I got it?”
    His lips tilted in a half grin. “It’s a pretty unique car. Red mentioned your dad made you learn about it. Was it his?”
    I usually hated when people stereotyped muscle cars as not for girls. I also hated when people assumed my dad / grandpa / boyfriend / sugar daddy bought my car, but Jax seemed genuinely interested, not condescending. “Yeah. My dad bought it when he was in high school and drove it on the weekends when I was growing up. I loved going out with him and riding in the car. He told me that if I kept my grades up, he’d give me the car when I turned sixteen. He made me spend a year learning about the car and how it worked before he let me drive it. And even though he wanted to give it to me as a sixteenth birthday gift, I didn’t let him. I got a job and paid him back. He agreed to that, but insisted on paying for the maintenance and insurance. He said it was the least I could do for being born with boobs and not making his insurance premium skyrocket.”
    Jax grinned, his eyes sliding down to my lilac shirt, the top three buttons undone and hinting at the lacy purple bra I had beneath it. He’d clearly noticed the cleavage tease. “I’m also really fond of your boobs—for other reasons.”
    “I’m sure you’re fond of boobs in general.”
    “Yours are special.”
    My stomach fluttered and I looked down, trying to hide my smile as I answered, “Uh huh.”
    “You look more dressed up than usual today.” His eyes went over me again, taking in the tailored jeans, silk button-up shirt, and black heels. “Did you have a job interview or something?”
    “No. It was my first day of law school. I’m going to go home and study, then try to relax before things get even more hectic tomorrow.”
    His expression changed from a guy checking me out, to a guy slightly more intrigued with my brain than my bra size. It’s a rare thing to see. “I didn’t know you wanted to be a lawyer.”
    “It runs in the family. I love the law, though, and I think it’s great that I’ll get paid to argue.”
    He laughed. “I imagine that’s something you excel at.”
    Now it was my turn to grin. “I had years of practice debating my dad. He’s an attorney, too.”
    He cocked his hip out and leaned against the car. “So you have a good relationship with your dad?”
    I nodded. “My mom was the cautious one. My dad let me have fun. It was a good parenting combination. Maybe not for them—I’m sure they argued like crazy over what I should be allowed to do—but, it was good for me to have them both, and see both sides.”
    “Do you have siblings?”
    “Nope,” I answered. “What about you? What’s your family like?”
    Jax’s face shuttered. “Complicated. I don’t see them often.”
    His immediate shutdown of all things emotional made me wonder about the backstory behind his feelings and his family