The Space In Between by Brittainy Cherry Read Free Book Online Page B

dirty. The same dirtiness washed over
Cooper’s face as we sat up in the bed. The night’s autumn breeze was chillier
than most nights as it flew past my open window. I quickly stood to shut it.
All the heat that had run through my body a few minutes ago was long gone, and
I was freezing.
    Bending down, I wrapped a sheet around my body and handed
Cooper his shirt. I couldn’t even hold in my smile as I watched him stand from
the bed. He had the most perfect butt I’d ever seen. I couldn’t find the
strength to look away as he slid his boxers on—he was gorgeous. I was torn. My
heart was crying out as the pains of my previous actions were now creeping into
my mind, yet at the same time I wanted round two of Cooper Davidson.
    “I can’t believe we just did that,” he stated as he
continued to get dressed. I couldn’t believe it either.
    I had a feeling Cooper wasn’t one to partake in random
flings. And it wasn’t extremely random what we’d done— we knew each
other after all. We’d grown up together. Well, kind of.
    “I don’t know if you felt it…I mean it just felt like…” He
paused and shook his head as he continued to button his long-sleeved shirt. My
softened expression probably showed him I’d felt it too. It felt like an
escape. A way out for a moment in time. But the moment passed, and time had a
way of never standing still.
    He looked at me in my sheet and studied my curves. I
aggressively pulled the sheet tighter to my body and watched as his eyes
shifted away from me. He clearly could tell how uncomfortable I was.
    “Let me take you out to dinner,” he suggested.
    “No.”
    He turned to face me and delivered a smile which made every
inch of my skin tingle once again. How did he do that? “Why not?”
    “It's against the rules.”
    “What rules?”
    The rules I had already pretty much destroyed. The Pretty
Woman rules. No personal information. That kind of went out of the window
when I walked into the VIP room and saw him standing before me.
    No kissing on the lips.
    Crap.
    And no second meet ups. I could hold up to that one. I felt
pretty silly thinking about the rules, but Ladasha had taught me them, and it
was my duty to follow through with at least one of the rules. And going out to
dinner with gorgeous Cooper Davidson was not allowed.
    “Come on, tell me. What rules?” He was interested as he
raised one of his eyebrows. Everything he did was sexy. The sweat dripping down
his forehead? Sexy. The way he bit the tip of his thumb? Sexy. The way he
growled in my ear while nibbling it? Sweet mother of everything righteous …He
could call me names, ignore my existence, tell me to piss off, and it would
still make my body want him to claim me all over again. But, he would never do
those things. He was too much of a southern gentleman.
    I blushed at the thoughts filling my head, and lowered my
voice to answer his question. “The Pretty Woman rules.”
    He drifted over to me, sporting his perfectly perfect
dimples. “You do know how that movie ends, right?” Cooper turned away from me
and slipped into his pants. I couldn’t help but let a small grin slip from my
lips. I realized the expression of pleasure plastered on my face and shook it
off as Cooper kept talking. “I just…I don’t want to be one of those guys. I
want to take you out to—“
    “YOU BITCH!” was heard from the living room. Ladasha was
home. “How the hell did you get Roger to let you get a damn promotion without
even staying the whole freakin’ night?! And how the hell did you get someone to
pay six hundred dollars for a damn lap dance?!” she hollered.
    My eyes widened, looking to Cooper. “Six hundred dollars?!”
I paused. Well, he got what he paid for.
    “I picked up a pizza on the way back, dude. Seriously
though. Teach me your…” Ladasha barged into my bedroom before I had a chance to
tell Cooper to somehow turn invisible. The piece of Brooklyn style pizza in my
roommate’s hand froze in mid-air as