Your Wish Is His Command by Judi Fennell Read Free Book Online Page A

in the past two years.
    And the poor woman downstairs who’d had to
witness the person he’d become last night… God, wasn’t it just perfect she’d shown up this morning?
    Todd grabbed the shower handle and turned the
water full force to hot. He’d burn the alcohol out of his system if
he had to. No one deserved that greeting her first day on the job.
Even if it was his house.
    Todd sucked in a breath as he stepped beneath
the pelting liquid fire and realized he wasn’t as tough as he
pretended. He turned the spigot back to warm and leaned his
forehead against the cool ivory tile, and listened to the phone
ring in his bedroom. Let the machine get the fucking thing. He
couldn’t deal with the calls and the goddamned hounding.
    Not today.
    The water ran into his eyes and he wiped it
away with the heels of his hands. Why today ? Why’d she have
to start today ?
    Why’d she have to start at all?
    Why wouldn’t they all just leave him
alone?

 

 
    The Morning After
     
    This wasn’t her hotel room.
    The suit jacket tossed on the chair was Lara’s
first clue.
    The discarded matching pants on the floor in
front of it was her second.
    The dip in the mattress as someone got off the
bed behind her was her third.
    Oh my God . What had she
done?
    Well, it was pretty obvious what she’d done,
but, oh God...
    Lara clamped her eyes shut as that someone
came around the foot of the bed, peeking only when she heard the
bathroom door slide open.
    Oh my . The guy’s bare naked ass looked
really good. Probably better out of those pants than in them—too
bad she didn’t remember what it’d looked like in them.
    Too bad she didn’t remember him.
    The door clicked closed and Lara shot to her
feet—to the second shock of the morning.
    She was wearing only a t-shirt. And it wasn’t
hers.
    She didn’t want to think about whose it was or
how she came to be in said t-shirt; she just wanted to grab her
dress, shoes, and purse, and get the hell out before her
one-and-only one-night stand finished doing whatever it was a
one-night stand did the morning after.
    She scooped the dress off the dresser—no, she
wasn’t going to think about how it’d gotten there—tore his shirt up
over her head then the dress down over it, and bagged looking for
her bra. She just wanted out.
    Her shoes were next to the chair—one was under
it—and her purse, thank God, was hanging on the hotel room
door.
    Twenty-five seconds. That’s all it took her to
escape from the most un-Lara-like thing she’d ever done in her
life.
    It took thirty-five more seconds for the damn
elevator to make its way to the—she squinted at the floor marker
above the “Down” arrow—the tenth floor.
    Thank God there was no one in the elevator.
She didn’t need witnesses to her walk of shame.
    God, wouldn’t Jeff be shocked to see her now?
“Sexually boring and uninspiring” was what he’d said to explain the
affair—among others—but this walk of shame negated
those.
    She couldn’t believe it. Thirty-years-old with
her own up-and-coming bakery, yet one too many shots at her college
roommate’s bachelorette party had her picking up some random guy
for a night of uninhibited monkey sex to soothe her
smashed-to-smithereens ego from an ex who didn’t deserve the time
of day let alone this kind of prove-him-wrong strategy.
    It had been uninhibited monkey sex,
right?
    She closed her eyes and tried to conjure up an
image, but the last thing she could remember was jitterbugging on
the dance floor.
    She didn’t know how to jitterbug. But,
apparently, that hadn’t stopped her.
    Oh, God, her head. And her stomach. And that
cotton mouth thing…
    The bell dinged as the elevator arrived at the
second floor. She fumbled for her room key and stumbled out into a
blessedly empty hallway. Her room was down a few doors, and
thankfully she’d decided to forego a roommate on this
trip.
    Well, a regular roommate.
    Who was the guy? She didn’t even remember what
he looked