What The Heart Wants by Jessica Gadziala Read Free Book Online

cooking gadgets everywhere. “Oh, you have a beautiful home,” she said absentmindedly.
    Sam walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, glancing back at her as she leaned against the counter across from him.
    “Thanks. I designed it myself,” he said, pulling a huge glass pitcher out of the fridge. It had an infuser in the center, full of lemon slices and tons of lush green mint. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said, placing it on the counter. “I sort of… borrowed this mint before you moved in.”
    Anna let out a fake gasp. “You thief,” she teased with a laugh that got caught in her throat as Sam came right up to her, his chest to hers and reached up behind her into the cabinet. She could feel the outline of his hipbones pushed up against her pelvis and she swore she stopped breathing even as her heartbeat thudded harder in her chest.
    She heard the clink of glasses tap together as he brought them down. He looked down at her, his bright brown eyes scanning her face for a long moment. Feeling dry mouthed, she licked her lipss and his breath hissed out of him.
    “Excuse me,” he said, his eyes intense but crinkled at the corners as he smiled and stepped away.
    Anna nodded numbly as she took a deep breath. Her nerve endings all felt frazzled. She felt her pulse in odd places: her wrists, her neck, her temples.
    Sam poured her a cup and held it out to her. He watched her as she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip.
    “What’s the verdict?” he asked, drinking half of his in one gulp.
    “It’s really good,” she admitted truthfully. It was lemony and minty and insanely crisp and refreshing.
    “Glad you like it,” he said, still watching her. “Well, Miss. Goode. How about a tour?”
    “Oh, I don’t want to keep you from your… goat stuff.”
    Sam smiled. “We all welcome distractions sometimes. Come on.”
    He led her toward the front of the house. His living room with it’s burnt orange walls and black furniture. A huge television hid inside a massive entertainment stand that held an impressive amount of cds. Across from there was his formal dining room with a huge wood table and green walls. He led her up the staircase, showing her three guest rooms before finally leading to the master bedroom with deep blue walls and it’s monstrous sized bed with a green and blue plaid comforter.
    Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered how many women he had shared that bed with. Ashamed, she looked quickly away.
    Sam had been looking at her oddly, seeming deep in thought. A muscle in his jaw was twitching slightly. “Go through there,” he said, nodding toward the door.
    Anna let herself into the most luxurious bathroom she had ever seen outside of a decorating catalog. The floors, counters, soaking tub, and enormous shower that could easily fit five grown people were all tiled in a warm sandy color.
    “When you spend as much time as I do getting filthy, it’s worth it to splurge on a bathroom like this.”
    “Oh my god,” she groaned, walking over to the shower stall’s glass doors. There were six shower heads and a built-in seat. She held her hand up to the cool glass. She glanced over her shoulder at Sam who had a quizzical furrow to his brow. “Mam only has this teeny bathtub. It’s like a bath for your hips and legs,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
    Sam chuckled. “Why don’t you give it a test drive then?” he said, his voice unusually deep.
    “No no. I couldn’t.”
    “Sure you could,” he said, walking over to the linen closet and pulling out a huge fluffy towel and placing it on the rail outside the shower door. “In fact, I insist.” He backed up toward the door before she could try to object again. “And help yourself to a t-shirt and pants or whatever might fit you in my closet. No use getting all clean and putting dirty work clothes back on.” He went out, pulling the door closed slowly. “Take your time,” he said through the closed door.
    Annabelle reached