What a Woman Gets by Judi Fennell Read Free Book Online Page B

her like she did him.
    Which probably wasn’t a good idea for him to know. Now it’d be harder to stay away from her.
    â€œSo are you finished?”
    Sweetheart, I haven’t even started yet . . .
    â€œWhy? Got a hot date?” Damn. Why’d he ask that? It was none of his business. And she probably did.
    â€œAs a matter of fact . . .” She stood up and unbuttoned the top button. Which was between her breasts to start with so that meant her breasts were on their way to being exposed.
    He walked past her. “Then I’ll be out of your way.”
    â€œUm, you forgot your rod thingie.”
    He slammed to a stop. His
rod thingie
? Last he checked, his
rod thingie
was still in his pants.
    He looked over his shoulder to see her bend over to pick something up off the floor, which gave him unimpeded access down her shirt. God, her breasts were gorgeous. And real.
    He licked his lips. “My . . . what?”
    â€œThis.” She held out the vacuum cleaner attachment. “Don’t want to forget this or you’ll have to come back tomorrow.”
    And she thought that was a hardship? “Actually, I do have to come back tomorrow. I still have the windows to do.”
    â€œReally?” She tossed her hair back as she held out the
rod thingie
that he was forced to take while trying to shove the image of her holding his real
rod thingie
out of his head. “Sharon can clean this place in a day.”
    â€œNo offense to Sharon, but this place needs a little more touch-up than she’s capable of. A pregnant woman isn’t able to do as much physical work as me.”
    If he weren’t mistaken—and he usually wasn’t when it came to a woman’s interest—she ran her eyes over him.
    Shit. He didn’t need that. Didn’t want it. And if she’d only put a bag over her head, it’d be a non-issue.
    Jesus, he had to remember the pain Rachel put him through. Remember what it was like to get figuratively kicked in the teeth to see her for what she was. And she was small potatoes compared to Cassidy. Rachel’s father had done well for himself, but he wasn’t in Mitchell Davenport’s league, so Rachel’s expectations had to be lower than Cassidy’s. No, the man who ended up with Cassidy was going to have to make major bank or his life was going to be a living hell. Liam had no inclination to sign on for that sentence whatsoever.
    No matter how sexy she was.
    â€œI guess you’re right about Sharon.”
    â€œYeah. So I’ll be back tomorrow, then. Nine o’clock late enough for you?”
    â€œLet’s make it eight. I’m an early riser.” She crossed her arms and damn if that didn’t bunch her breasts together, giving her way more cleavage than the average man could handle.
    â€œThink you can handle that?”
    â€œPrincess, I’ve completed half a day’s work by eight. No problem whatsoever.”
    â€œThen I’ll see you then.”
    â€œFine.”
    â€œGood.”
    They stared at each other for a heartbeat or two longer than they should have and awkwardness set in. Cassidy raked her hair off her forehead and turned around while Liam shoved the
rod thingie
into his back pocket hard enough to tug the front of his pants tight enough against his dick to get
that
rod thingie to calm the fuck down.
    â€œWell, uh, I have to get ready for—”
    â€œUh, yeah. I’ll get out of your hair.” Shit. He wanted to get
in
her hair. Spread it out all over that monstrous bed and have her moaning in under a minute. He could, too.
    So much for his resolve . . .
    Run, Manley. This is not a safe place for you to be right now. Get the fuck away from temptation.
    He took his own advice and got the hell out of there, only to come shin-to-snout with the nugget who decided to growl at him.
    â€œYou have got to be kidding me.” One well-placed kick