This Love's Not for Sale by Ella Dominguez Read Free Book Online

through the last of Margo’s things that would be given to charity.
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    Tucker was growing more irate by the minute as he sat alone in the expensive restaurant waiting for Lilliana. He couldn’t believe that she had really stood him up. With all his years of dating, no woman had ever done such a thing to him - ever . He shifted uncomfortably in his chair thinking about the numerous women he had stood up.  The sudden realization of how they must’ve felt hit him and he didn’t like it. It stung. 
    He began to mumble obscenities under his breath when a business rival approached his table.
    “Dinner alone? That’s a first,” he snorted sarcastically.
    “I figured you do it so often, I might as well give it a try,” Tucker shot back.
    The man completely ignored Tucker and continued. “So I hear d you got your ass handed to you. I guess maybe you shouldn’t have messed around with Jensen’s wife.”
    “That prick got lucky and he didn’t hand me anything except an expensive dental bill. Did you see his face? I’d like the see the medical bill he got for his cracked jaw. Trust me, he’s worse for the wear than I am. Anyway, I didn’t know that was Jensen’s wife, you fuck. If Jensen had been giving her what she needed at home, she wouldn’t have been so eager to suck my dick and you can tell that piece of shit I said that,” Tucker hissed back.
    The man looked completely offended at Tucker’s language. He shouldn’t have been, Tucker was known for being brutally honest in all things and he very rarely held back.  The man looked around fretfully like he was plotting his escape before Tucker ripped into him anymore for bringing up the subject.
    “So how’s that land deal on the edge of town going,” the man asked, trying to change the subject.
    “Why? What have you heard?” Tucker asked defensively.
    “Just that the new owner was asking around for appraisals.”
    “ I haven’t heard that.”
    The man rolled his eyes. “Just because you haven’t heard it, doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
    Tucker waved his hand in dismissal. “What the fuck ever, Edwards.”
    Coming to the conclusion that Lilliana was a no-show, Tucker left The Cantina. He stopped off for a little house warming gift to try and schmooze Lilliana with. That ought to get her guard down, he mused. He’d be damned if he was allowing Lilliana to get away without keeping her word about dinner, though.
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    Just as Lilliana was taping up the final box, a knock on the door startled her. She went to the large window to peer out and was surprised to see Tucker’s black Maserati parked out front. Lilliana had been so engrossed in what she was doing she hadn’t heard his vehicle pull in. She looked at the wall clock which read just after 10:00 p.m. Was Tucker insane showing up so late? She had to work in the morning.
    She took a quick glance at herself and realized she was only wearing a sheer white tank top and short shorts. She started to run towards her bedroom to change, but there was another bang on the door, this time louder and more emphatic.
    She hesitated , wondering whether or not to let Tucker in when she remembered the austere look on his face when she made him wait before and she didn’t want to upset him like that again. What the hell was she thinking and why on God’s green earth should she care if he was upset? She shook her head violently. To hell with him.
    Sh e threw the door open irritably, ready to read Tucker the riot act, but when both their heated eyes locked, they froze. It was as if they had both been ready for a fight only to be stopped in their tracks by their craving for one another.  Tucker’s jaw gaped open as his eyes moved over Lilliana’s body. She hoped he liked what he saw, because she sure as hell liked what was standing in her doorway. Tucker drew in a slow, steady smile as his irises darted back up to hers.
    “Booty shorts? That’s an interesting look for you,” he commented, quirking an