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

like, let alone his name.
    She groaned as she made it into her hotel
room. How bad was it that the only recallable part of him was his
bare naked ass and that she only remembered because she’d
seen it on her way out the door?
    She peeled the dress off her body—it’d been on
backwards—and headed into the bathroom. Shower, breakfast, and a
big glass of orange juice, then she could grab her car and get the
hell out of Dodge so she wouldn’t have to risk running into her
biggest regret anytime soon.
    But the question was: what was her regret for?
That she’d picked him up in the first place, or that she couldn’t
remember a damn thing about what had come after?
     
    ***
     
    Gage ran the towel through his hair, then
wrapped it around his hips. Didn’t want to shock Sleeping Beauty
out there with nudity upon opening her gorgeous eyes.
    He caught his smile in the mirror. Yeah, it
was wolfish, but why shouldn’t it be? He’d ended up with the most
gorgeous woman at the party, and that included the
bride-to-be.
    Of course, he’d broken his own rules to do
so—no partying with the patrons—but she’d walked in and knocked him
sideways.
    It’d be funny, really, if it weren’t so, well,
not. He never went for short, dark, and curvy. Model-thin
bombshells were more his type. At least, they had been. But then
she’d walked in, her curves making his palms sweat, her curls
begging for his fingers to dive in and hold on, and those chocolate
brown eyes... They’d screamed bedroom so loudly they’d
almost drowned out the music, and he’d had a hard time keeping his
mind on the show.
    Thank God the guys knew their shit. Markus had
known it a little too well; he’d been focused on Lara from the
first bump-and-grind number.
    Luckily, no one had questioned the quick
change-up in routines he’d made so that Markus was off stage until
the middle of the second act.
    By then, the shots that’d been flowing around
that table had insured Lara’s interest had no longer been solely on
Markus.
    That’s when he’d made his move.
    Made his move . Gage groaned. What was
he—twenty? He never had to make moves; women flocked to
him.
    But she’d been wedged in the corner of her
booth, surrounded by friends, staring at the stage, and hadn’t
looked like she was going to get out anytime soon.
    He grabbed his toothbrush. He should have
moved sooner. Then maybe she wouldn’t have done those last two
shots. The woman was a lightweight. She’d made it to the hotel
elevator and had literally passed out in his arms. It’d put a
damper on his evening, but not his libido.
    He just hoped she was more awake this
morning.
    He finished brushing his teeth and poured a
glass of water. She was going to need it and it’d give him the
excuse to sit beside her.
    And hopefully do much more.
    He opened the door softly. He wanted to be the
one to wake her, not the noise or the light from the
bathroom.
    Except… she was gone.
    He slumped against the doorframe. Served him
right. He played to the fantasies of hundreds of women every
weekend, but the one whose fantasy he’d personally wanted to grant
apparently had no interest in letting him.



Chapter One
     
    He had a son.
    Bryan Lassiter stood at the end of the grocery
store aisle and stared at the little boy three feet in front of
him.
    The curly black hair was the same, including
the identical cowlick above the right eye that drooped a little
lower than the left, and the same dimple in his right cheek. The
eyes, too, were the same. Those damned, cursed violet eyes that
Bryan had hated ever since Julie Richardson had called them pretty
in first grade. Him and Elizabeth Taylor.
    And now this boy.
    And if those weren’t enough, it was the
birthmark on the kid’s arm that sealed the deal. Bry had the same
one, shaped like a five-pointed star with a rounded tip on the
bottom right spoke. Bryan had eventually had a tattoo put on top of
it—in the shape of a star—but it was the same.
    He had a