Underground Secrets (The Underground #1) by S.A. Sproston Read Free Book Online

wrong with me.
    I don’t get very far before I am grabbed by the shoulder and barely hear, “Wai-” before I tense and react instantly swinging around and throwing my right fist in hopes of connecting with a jaw. I miss. I was grabbed by my wrist mid-swing. I should have known it was him, but I couldn’t help my reaction and I have no idea why I just did that.
    “Whoa, do you always hit strangers who just helped you?” he says with amusement in his tone and confusion in his eyes, added with a big bright white smile.
    Settle down Marlie, slow your breaths and don’t freak out . I was going to apologize but he’s being smug.
    I don’t like smug.
    “Depends,” I try to say calmly while shrugging my shoulders but there is still an edge to my tone.
    He must be able to tell I am not comfortable because he looks at me regretfully. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    “Well, you did.” Okay, now I am just being an asshole.
    He smiles bigger and laughs lightly. “What’s your name?”
    My name? Shit, what’s my name again? I can’t believe I am struggling to spit out the six letters that make up my name. But the more I try to think of it, the more I realize that I most definitely don’t want to give him my name. I can smell trouble pouring off this guy like a sewer. Not that he smells like a sewer, he actually smells overwhelmingly intoxicating. Which I know firsthand that isn’t good for me. I almost snort at that thought.
    “Gertrude,” I say to him dead panned, giving him the most unattractive name I can think of at the moment. He now laughs hard and loud. I almost melt at his laugh and the cheeky bastard appears to think I’m lying? Well, I am. But he doesn’t need know that.
    “Really? Well if that’s your name, then I’m the guy from Reading Rainbow.” He’s still laughing, and I’m starting to get pissed.
    “It doesn’t matter anyways.” I walk away towards my place shaking my head.
    Doing so, I hear him yell, “It does matter and I’ll find out soon enough.”
    It was almost a threat. Some nerve he has. Such a cocky fucker he seems to be. It doesn’t matter how yummy he looks, I don’t do hook ups, relationships, or anything. I might as well not have a vagina, I don’t even use it. That’s another lie Marlie. My inner self starts to pipe up. You know you like to play. Even if it’s only with yourself or “Dr. Hello!” Your trusty dildo. I shake my thoughts away. I don’t care how good looking the mouth-watering of a man is. I could tell with one look he is trouble. Wants me to drop my panties and then leave me and move on to the next. I know guys like him, or I have known guys like him. I can’t go there.
    I won’t.
    Doesn’t matter, I won’t be seeing the stranger again. But I’ll definitely be using him for my “playtime” fantasies.
    As I get home, I realize I’m still a bit flustered about that weird encounter with the guys has green eyes and tats. So my best distraction to rid him from my thoughts would be to work or listen to music, but since trying to listen to music got me into that situation in the first place, that would be a no. And I promised myself that I wouldn’t work on Sundays. So I decide to throw in a movie I rented two days ago and will be late if I don’t return it by six tonight.
    I pop in the “The Neighbors” and get ready to laugh my ass off if the movie is as good as the previews were. This is highly doubtful for two reasons: One, because they always show the best parts from the movie in the preview, and you’ve already seen that part twenty thousand times in the over played trailers. Or two, they show scenes that aren’t even in the movie and you spend the entire movie waiting for that particular scene that never comes. It’s dumb. This why I never watch movies. They are usually a huge disappointment to me. Especially comedies when they aren’t even funny unless you’re an immature fourteen year old boy and find stupid sexual references