The Virgin Sex Queen by Angela Verdenius Read Free Book Online Page B

jerk!”
    He winked. “But
I’m a successful one.”
    “So anyway.”
She picked up the cup and blew cautiously on the hot surface. “How
come you’re not married yet?”
    “No girl has
been lucky enough to find me.”
    “Shouldn’t that
be the other way around?”
    “No.”
    “I think it
should.”
    “You’re
misinformed.” Grabbing the biscuit barrel, Alan dug around inside
it, withdrawing an Anzac biccie which he held out to Soph. When she
shook her head, he dunked it into his own tea. “And you’re not
married.”
    “No.”
    “None lucky
enough to find you?”
    Her gaze
dropped. “You could say that.”
    Something in
her tone had him pausing, the dunked biscuit halfway to his mouth.
Dropping his gaze to her hands, he watched the pink-tipped nails
circle slowly around the rim of the cup before dragging down the
sides to tap on the counter top.
    Sophie lifted
her head and smiled at him. “What?”
    “What was
that?” he asked bluntly.
    “What was
what?”
    “That.” When
she looked blankly at him, he added, “Did something happen?” When
she just continued to look blank, he popped the tea-softened half
of the biccie into his mouth, chewed and swallowed before pointing
the remaining half at her. “You avoided the question.”
    “No, I
didn’t.”
    “Yeah, you
did.”
    Sophie
frowned.
    “‘You could say that’ isn’t an answer, it’s a fob-off.”
    “No, it
isn’t.”
    “Yes, it
is.”
    “I don’t know
what you mean.” Grabbing the biscuit barrel, she looked through the
top. “Do you have any chocolate biscuits in here?”
    Bracing both
hands on the bench, Alan leaned forward. Oh yeah, she knew what he
was doing, it was evident in the way she stiffened slightly even as
her hand entered the barrel to rummage around. If they were lucky,
there’d be more than crumbs left by the time she finished
unintentionally destroying the biscuits.
    Master of
unnerving silence, Alan just waited her out. The chick couldn’t
keep her hand in there forever or her gaze averted, not if she
didn’t want him thinking he was correct.
    Sure enough,
she finally withdrew her hand with an Anzac biscuit held delicately
between fingertips. Now she busied herself dunking it into her tea
several times before biting off the soaked piece and eating it.
Only then did she lift her gaze to look at him.
    Damn if she
hadn’t mastered the innocent expression, big eyes inquiring. If
Alan didn’t know better he’d have thought she’d forgotten the
conversation. However, he knew her better. The Sophie he remembered
was smart, but if she thought she was smart enough to outmanoeuvre
him, she had another think coming.
    “So what
happened?” he asked.
    She
blinked.
    “Don’t even try
it.”
    “Try what?”
    “Am I going to
have to get my baton and smack the answer out of you?”
    “Oh Alan, I
didn’t know you were into that kind of thing.”
    “Oh Sophie,
you’d be the first, but what the hell? I’m game if you are.” He was
more than pleased by the faint pink that crept into her cheeks.
    But give the
chick credit, her gaze didn’t flinch. “Why, Alan, do you mean
spanking would be a new sexual concept for you?”
    He leaned just
a little closer, deliberately studying her face leisurely.
    Sophie looked
back at him calmly.
    Alan was just
as calm. “I’m just gonna let that little remark bounce around in my
head for awhile.”
    “It’ll have
plenty of space.”
    “Then I should
be able to absorb it quickly.” Reaching out, he placed one finger
under her chin to tilt her head back slightly.
    Her expression
one of amusement, Sophie stood her ground, her fingers playing with
the half biscuit she still held.
    “Spanking,” he
mused out loud. “Let me think.” His gaze slid down her nose. Small,
perky at the end. “Hand to bottom, I’m thinking.”
    “Given up on
the baton idea?”
    Seemed it would
take more to shake this new, sophisticated Sophie.
    “Oh, I think hand to bare bottom is a lot hotter.”