The Valentine's Arrangement by Kelsie Leverich Read Free Book Online Page B

your seat?” Ronnie asked the woman.
    “It’s all yours,” she said before she walked away. Thank God because Ronnie’s feet needed an intermission.
    “What’s your poison?” a voice said close to her ear making her already heated skin even stickier from the warmth of his breath. She turned around on her stool to see a very sexy Sergeant First Class Emerson standing behind her with a scruffy smile on his face. He was in the same worn jeans as before but he had changed his shirt to a snug fitting black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was such a pretty boy.
    She forced herself to tear her eyes away from him to keep from staring at his chest and the way his damn preppy shirt pulled across it. “Patron.”
    “Two shots of Patron,” he told the skanky bartender in a tube top and a pair of jeans that was unfortunately close to showing off her lady goods. The bartender smiled and was all too happy to tend to him.
    She leaned seductively over the bar as she slid the shots to Kale. “Here ya go,” she winked.
    “Seriously?” Ronnie huffed, raising her eyebrows at the bartender before grabbing her shot and tossing it back. The bartender looked from Ronnie to Kale – who was more than likely mind fucking Ronnie at that very moment by the way he was looking at her – before pouting her way on to the next customer.
    “What are you doing here?” Ronnie asked, peeling the paper off her beer bottle.
    “Turns out, this tattoo I got on my back stings like hell, figured I could use a drink to dull the pain a little.” He leaned in close to her. “Plus the idea of watching you dance held its own persuasion.”
    A wanton shiver slivered down Ronnie’s spine and she hoped like hell Kale didn’t notice. “So what, now you want small talk?”
    “Small talk, no talk, I don’t care,” he said, motioning with his hand for the bartender to bring them another round. Great, Ronnie was going to have to witness that bimbo make a fool of herself again.
    Kale slowly and deliberately stepped closer to her. She could almost feel him against her side. “Dance with me.”
    “I’m not dancing with you.”
    “Dance with me,” he said again, offering his hand to her.
    “Look Soldier, I don’t know who the hell you think you are but you can’t just order me around.”
    He leaned down and ran his nose up the side of her neck and she stilled. “Well as of right now, I’m finding it extremely difficult not to push you up against this bar and put my mouth on your body; you’re tempting me and I just might do it. So, you can either dance with me and let me attempt to get the image of you squirming beneath me out of my head, or you can leave with me now and we can replay that image in real time.”
    Ronnie’s formerly clear mind started swimming with the memory of his body crushing her against the door eagerly kissing her, and the feel of his body pressing her into the couch, and then the feel of his mouth, oh his fucking mouth on her…damn it.
    “And you think I’ll just leave with you, why?” she asked, pulling her mind back to the present where Kale was leaning dangerously close to her. She could smell the faint scent of soap on his skin.
    “Because I know you enjoyed the little taste of me that you had back at the shop, and God knows I enjoyed tasting you,” he smirked. “And because I can see it in your eyes now. Dance with me.”
    The bartender slid the shots in front of them, thankfully without attempting to flirt, and Ronnie once again tilted the shot back, letting the clear smooth liquid run down her throat.
    She stood up and grabbed his hand causing that fucking dimple to drill deep into his cheek. “You better not make me regret this,” she said, leading the way to the dance floor.
    The second Ronnie stepped onto the dance floor Kale jerked back on her hand, spinning her around until she was pressed against him. He slid his hands down her arms and then latched onto her waist. His hands were