The Satin Sash by Red Garnier Read Free Book Online Page A

at night while he worked his pained cock, thinking of that lovely face—over and over.
    He’d never doubted Toni would be special. Grey wasn’t one to be easily impressed. His partner’s fine taste was legendary. The woman to win him over had to be perfect.
    But what had struck Heath most at the benefit was discovering that Toni wasn’t one of Grey’s long- legged models. She was petite and lively, and the second those large catlike eyes had risen to his, bringing to view lips wide and plump enough to rim a man’s cock, Heath’s mouth had run dry.
    She was no duchess. She was no porn star. She was your average girl next door, out on a special evening in her knockout red dress. And he wanted her.
    He couldn’t begin to describe the way she’d felt against him when he’d had her in his arms and she angled her head back and smiled. . . .
    And am I supposed to know who you are?
    The heat of that smile poured through him like sunshine. He’d have taken those lips with his if she weren’t Grey’s.
    Grey’s girl . . .
    Either the bravest woman Heath had ever met, or the biggest, sweetest, most beautiful little fool.
    Grey’s talk of her had gotten him excited, aroused, titillated by the faceless woman who made Heath want something. But staring down at those eyes, he’d been slammed. In the chest and in the groin. And with every ounce of his being, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted that fruity, peachy-scented woman with the impish smile wrapped all over him.
    If she were anyone’s woman but his partner’s, nothing would have stopped Heath from having her. He’d have her right here, sprawled under him.
    He’d make her laugh. He’d lick her up. He’d stroke the inside of her creamy thighs and move slowly inside her. He’d make her forget to breathe.
    The way she’d responded to him . . .
    She’d blushed and squirmed as he held her, but she’d been melting in his arms. Heath didn’t know if Grey spoke to her about him or not. He didn’t know if she, like him, was affected by the mere sound of his voice. Lately just the mention of her name. But he knew she was affected by his presence.
    Toni wanted him.
    Heath wanted her.
    Grey had been informed.
    He was going crazy with combined dread and anticipation. Would Grey do any thing about it? Grey was so hard to read, so intensely contained to the world....
    The thought that his partner could at this moment have a naked Toni in his arms made Heath ache for a prostitute. Both his heads hurt.
    He was more than a little cranky.
    And damned fucking tired of looking at the food tray.
    Slicking back a few damp strands from his forehead, he crossed the room and wrenched the door open, pushing the wheeled cart out into the hallway. No cold burger and fries for him, thank you.
    He popped a pumpernickel roll into his mouth before abandoning the cart when a flutter of white caught his attention. He straightened, swallowed back the lump of bread, and stared at the door.
    Covering the PRIVACY PLEASE sign Heath left out permanently, a long envelope dangled from the doorknob, the logo at its center unmistakable.
    RS CORPORATION. His heart began to pound. His stomach moved and not from hunger.
    Wrap it around my door....
    In slow motion, as though the thing were a viper—as though he would find that shimmering red sash inside it—he reached out and yanked it from the door.Tearing it open, he found a note carrying Grey’s unmistakable sloppy handwriting, the only thing that wasn’t perfect about the man.
    Dinner.
    A barely legible restaurant address followed, and underneath it, four words. Boldly underlined.
    My office first. Monday.
    Heath chuckled. “Ahh, Grey, you’ve got your balls in a knot, haven’t you?”
    He shoved the note back into the envelope and strolled into the room, fisting his hand around his towel to keep his boner from causing it to unravel.
    He snatched up his cell phone. Heath had very little use for gadgets, but when business called, business called. In