Virgin Daiquiri (Last Call #4) by Moira Rogers Read Free Book Online

bar on his way home from a
meeting.
    Kelsey wondered what he really was, under the twill and the frown.
    Only one way
to find out. She slid off her stool and walked slowly down the
steps before stopping on the last one to study him. They were
nearly eye-to-eye because of the height difference and her heels,
and this close, he looked even harsher—
    Unyielding.
    She drew in a
breath. It could work, at least for a while...if she could get him
upstairs. So she leaned in, licked the corner of his mouth, and
shifted her mouth to his ear to administer her final test. A mere
whisper. “Take me here.”
    “ No.” The man pulled back and studied her in inscrutable
silence as the crowd behind him watched avidly. Then he held up a
hand. “Proof enough?”
    The denial
alone weakened her knees, and her cheeks heated as she offered him
the card key for the room. “Yes.”
    He accepted
the key and her blush with the same calm acceptance, as if neither
her capitulation nor her arousal particularly surprised him. After
pocketing the key, he dropped a hand to the small of her back and
coaxed her from the steps. “Let’s go upstairs.”
    She let him
guide her toward the elevator, and he’d already slid the card to
call it by the time she found her voice—and remembered she could
use it. “I’m Kelsey.”
    “ Kelsey.” He had a low, smooth voice with the promise of rough
edges. It matched the neatly pressed suit wrapped around his hard
body. “I’m Cain.”
    Of course he
was. A name as hard as the man himself. “It’s nice to meet you,
Cain.”
    The elevator
door slid open, revealing their reflection in the polished back
wall of the car. He stepped forward, urging her along with that
uncompromising hand at the small of her back. “Do you come to Last
Call often?”
    “ Occasionally. My first time upstairs, though.” The elevator
doors whispered shut behind them. “You?”
    The corner of
his mouth twitched, and it was the most detached smile she’d ever
seen. “I’ve been upstairs before.”
    “ Mmm.” Damn, but she was bad at small talk, probably because
she never got the chance.
    She leaned
against the mirrored wall as the car began its ascent. Cain
certainly seemed like the answer, a man unmoved by anything, much
less her voice. And even though that was the point, it made her
perversely determined to rattle him before the night ended, to get
under his skin in a way that didn’t include magic.
    He was hot.
She was aching.
    Five grand—and
worth every penny.
     

The Last Call
Series
    http://www.moirarogers.com/last-call

     
    KAMIKAZE
    Werewolf in
heat, looking for a temporary mate.
    HURRICANE
    Contents under magical pressure.
Experience required.
    TEQUILA SUNRISE
    Werewolf looking for a
dominant.
    VIRGIN DAIQUIRI
    Supernatural looking for a first
lover.
    TEQUILA SUNSET
    Werewolf looking for a
submissive.
    FROSTBITE
    Looking for a
partner immune to supernatural seduction.
    FIRECRACKER
    Too hot to
handle--looking for a fireproof lover.

About the Author

    How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former
forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal
romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for gritty
urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine, and
enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
    By day, Bree and Donna are
mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when
their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to
unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To
learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit
their webpage at www.moirarogers.com .
(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the
aforementioned fevered imaginations.)

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