Waking Up by Renee Dyer Read Free Book Online

enough.”  I look at my plate and laugh.  It looks like enough to feed about four grown men, but I’m sure I’ll have no problem eating it all.  
    “This looks great.  Lead the way to where we eat.”  As good as the food looks, I can’t help but watch her walk.  She truly has the best ass I’ve ever seen.  And she has such a great sway to her hips
     
     
     
     
                                  
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    Adriana & Tucker
     
    I can’t believe I’m making breakfast for Tucker Stavros.  He is hot.  All six foot four of him. Black hair, olive skin, blue eyes… Holy Christ, those eyes.  They’re bluer than the clearest skies.  And the way he fills out those jeans and t-shirt…  
    When I first saw him I thought maybe I was still sleeping.  There was no way I was awake. Tucker Stavros could not be standing in my driveway, in front of me, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine.  My eyes, of their own accord, traveled the entire length of him, taking in the muscles so evident through his t-shirt.   Why do well defined men always wear white t-shirts?  Is it so we’ll stare?   I can see his muscles brushing the shirt and tattoos are visible through the fabric.  My imagination runs wild picturing him without the t-shirt on.  Or anything else.   The early morning sun suddenly feels much too hot and I lick my parched lips.  I watch his eyes follow my tongue and I know I need to get inside away from this man.  He is far too much temptation for a woman with the lack of experience I have.   He’d eat me alive and, right now, I’m not sure I’d mind.
    I need to run.
    I know mom said they’re people, too.  I’m trying to be cool, but I’m freaking out.  He doesn’t seem to notice.  I just need to stay busy.  Those eyes and lips… Jesus…  They look even better in person than on TV.  Wait till I tell Mickayla.  She’ll never believe it.  Maybe I can get him to take a picture with me before he leaves.  Would he think I’m one of those crazy fans if I ask?  Foods done.  Guess I need to give him his plate.
    “I hope this is enough.”  Can I get on that plate for you?  Where the hell did that come from?  I’m so sorry, Alex.  I didn’t mean it.
    “This looks great.  Lead the way to where we eat.”  Man, that smile.  He has the best lips and those dimples… why do I feel so warm whenever he smiles?  And what was up when we shook hands?  Static electricity?  Yeah, that’s it.  From all the plastic bags. . .  Of course.
    Thanking God that I cleaned the house all week for the cook out, not that I ever let it get dirty, but sometimes leave my photographs all over the table, I’m glad that the table is now free of clutter.  “You can sit anywhere you like, Tucker.”  It’s an eight seat table that Alex and I planned to have a big family eating around.  Now, it seems a bit grandiose.
    “How about I sit across from you so we can look at each other while we talk?  I’ve always found that most pleasant.”  There’s that smile again.  And that warmth.  Hmmm…
    “Sure.  What would you like to talk about?”
    “I’m going to sound like an egotistical star, but how did you know who I am?  The movies, the show or the… tabloids?”  At the mentions of the tabloids, I notice his face changes.  It’s a look of sadness.  I’ve always felt bad for stars and how they are harassed.
    “I guess a little of all of those.  My mom is huge into romance movies.  Her, my sister, and I do ladies night out every couple months.  Well, we used to before my sister moved to New York.  Now it’s just mom and me. We normally go to dinner and a movie.  Your movies have been a few of those.  I watch your show because I love all things paranormal, but I have to be honest when I say that Supernatural is my favorite.  And, yes, while in the grocery store, I have seen your face on the tabloids.  I don’t read them so as to