Twisted Desire (The Twisted Series) by Christa Simpson Read Free Book Online Page A

the other gentlemen waiting for
assistance.  When she gets caught up, she helps out the waitresses by
taking a few plates out to diners, in order to keep herself busy.
    With every glance in Harley’s direction, her body heats two
degrees.  Within minutes, she’s sweltering, even though she’s wearing very
little.  Without any other option, she lifts her shirt over her tiny waist
and ties it in a knot just below her breasts, exposing the black flames that
lick across her hip.  Then she moves to sweep all her hair up and off her
neck.
    When she takes another discreet glance at Harley, she sees
that his eyes are zoned in on her midsection, his mouth slightly open, like
it’s watering for another taste of her.  She lifts her chest and flaunts
her rear end, accentuating the sharp curve of her waist.
    She’s unwilling to take her eyes from him first, but he
doesn’t look away.  She wants to scream out.
    Oh My God, he’s sexy!
    She swallows, relieved when the cook hollers out to
her.  Aliah turns for the kitchen, tearing her eyes away, and takes a much
needed exit from the room.  When she’s in the privacy of the kitchen, she
doubles over, and presses her hands against her bent knees.
    She’s never reacted like this to a man.
    When the cook slides a couple of plates onto the counter, he
gives her a funny look.  “Everything okay?”
    She doesn’t answer, realizing she has to go back out there
already.
    “Aliah, could you please take this to table eight?”  He
speaks a little louder this time, as if she’s not heard his last question.
    She takes a deep breath and smiles, despite the butterflies
taking flight just beyond her bare midriff.  “I got this,” she answers.
    Aliah takes both of the plates and props them on flattened
palms.  Using her butt, she pushes open the kitchen door, to enter the
main room.
    “Coming through.  Hot stuff,” she hollers, with a plate
lifted over each of her shoulders.
    Harley instantly glances towards her, and she nearly tumbles
onto the floor, just barely catching herself on a table and managing to not
spill the dishes on the impatient customers.
    How does he do that?
    The way he looks at her is intoxicating.  His eyes are
insinuating that she is hot stuff.  There is no need for words. 
Suddenly it feels like her skin is flaming, and it’s not from embarrassment.
    What is wrong with me?
    She rocks shoes this tall on a daily basis.  It’s kind
of her thing.  But Harley has her stumbling over her own two feet. 
When she returns to the bar, Harley calls her over with a lifted hand and
curled fingers.  She can just imagine what else he can do with those
fingers.
    Trying to push that thought aside, she clears her throat and
acts like he hasn’t just caused her to make a scene.  His eyes skim over
her body.  He’s showing her that he wants it.
    Welcome to the club, buddy.
    He licks at his lower lip, nibbles on it and looks down at
her with hooded eyes.  “When are you working next?”
    “Actually, I don’t work here,” she blurts, catching herself
mid-sentence.
    “Shit.  You’ve been here waiting tables for the past
two weekends.  You actually expect me to believe that?”
    “Believe it.  Because it’s true.  I’m just helping
out a friend.”  She points back to Mitchell, but Harley only seems to
catch the evil eye the blonde bitch standing next to him shoots their way.
    “She looks really friendly,” he mocks.
    “Brandee is Mitchell’s new girlfriend.  She’s
harmless.  She only looks scary.”
    Harley chuckles and flashes another peculiar glare at
Brandee.  “I should get going."
    What is that all about?
    “Okay, then.”
    He walks away without another word, but he doesn’t make it
far.  Some guy stops him to talk, and suddenly it looks like he has all
night to chat.
    “Rude much?” she mumbles to herself, a little disappointed
that their nightly bantering had to end so soon.
    Roy, the regular, who is nursing his fifth beer, lifts