Thresh: Alpha One Security: Book 2 by Jasinda Wilder Read Free Book Online

checking the tag: 34DD. Folding my yoga pants into thirds, and folding my blouse sleeves in first, hem up, then collar down.  
    Folding my female clothes as if he knew exactly how to fold a woman’s clothes. An odd skill for a man like him to have. And kind of impressive, especially considering he was doing most of it one-handed, only occasionally using the hand of his wounded arm.
    I watched in puzzled wonder for a moment, then remembered that I was angry at him, and also pissed and embarrassed that he was handling my clothes and checking the tags for sizes…
    “Fuck off, Thresh. Get your dirty paws off my clothes, and quit checking the fucking tags, you goddamned asshole.” I snatched my favorite pencil skirt out of his hands and shoved him away. “You have the balls to call me a fucking horse, and then you’re gonna look at the tag on my bra? What the fuck is wrong with you?”  
    He stood up, unfolding himself like a tree growing in time-lapse. “You mistake me, Doc. Or, more accurately, you assume that being compared to a horse is a negative, that I’d mean it as an insult.” He stalked toward me on feet entirely too quiet, entirely too lithe and graceful for a man of his size. He stood in front of me, snatched the skirt from me, and folded it deftly, then stood towering over me, eyes fierce and serious. “Horses are incredible animals, Lola. They’re powerful, graceful, intelligent, and beautiful. It’s a compliment, to be compared to a horse. Yes, horses are bigger than people, but a horse is one of the most beautiful animals there is, Doc. So even if that’s what I had said to you, it would have been a compliment, not an insult.”  
    “I—” Fuck him again, for having a point. But I didn’t manage to respond, even if I had known what to say, because he wasn’t done.  
    “As for checking the tags? Sure, I’ll cop to that.” He managed to move even closer to me, and his gaze was…hypnotic. Fierce and fiery and glittering with a wealth of emotions. He seemed…angry. With me? For me? It was hard to tell. “You embarrassed, Lola?” He waited until it was clear he expected a response. “You embarrassed that I know what size bra you wear?”  
    “Yes, Thresh, I’m embarrassed. I don’t even know you, and you’re folding my fucking underwear?”  
    A brief smirk broke his serious expression for a heartbeat. “You swear as much as I do, you know that? And I’m a soldier.”  
    “That bothers you?”
    He shook his head. “Not at all. It’s sexy.” He touched my chin with one finger. “But that’s not what I meant. Yeah, sure, be embarrassed that a dude you just met is folding your underwear. I get that. But I don’t think that’s why you’re pissed.”  
    “Then enlighten me, if you know so much.” I regretted the challenge as soon as it left my mouth, because somehow I had no doubt he would proceed to do exactly that, and do it far too accurately.  
    “You’re pissed I looked at the tags. And not even because it was a rude, nosy, asshole thing to do, but because you’re embarrassed about the numbers on the tags.”
    “Fuck you.” This was said in a small voice, though.
    “Funny part is, you don’t really seem insecure.” The genuine confusion in his voice brought my eyes up to his. “That’s what I can’t figure out.”  
    “You figure that out, let me know. Then at least one of us will be in the know.” I took the folded skirt from his hands and placed it in the basket.  
    His hand latched onto my wrist, and he brought me back around. “You’re fucking sexy as hell, Lola.” He touched my chin again, and I forced myself to look up at him, to meet his gaze. “You’re seriously beautiful. In every way there is, from head to toe.”  
    “Thanks.” I pulled away from him, tossed the rest of the unfolded clothes back into the basket in a wadded-up ball, then turned away from him to unlock my door. “Still not going out with you.” I shoved open my door and