ZEKE by Kelly Gendron Read Free Book Online

to her, place my palms on either side of her on the wall, and lean in close. “Jenny, right?”
    The straw slips from her mouth. “You remember my name,” she says in a sweet, high pitch.
    “How could I forget it?” I smile, playing the game as I assess her glossy lips and try to imagine them wrapped around my cock. They’ll do.
    She giggles, batting her lashes. “I, ah,” her big blue eyes flash up at me, “heard about your rules.”
    I bet she has. It’s not the first time a woman has opened with that line. Fuck enough women and word gets around. Fuck enough women real good and they will come− come to you and then with some tenacious persuasion, come for you. I lower my head until my mouth is nearly touching hers. “Is that right?”
    “Yes,” she says in a breathless whisper.
    Her fruity lip gloss fills my nose. Chicks smell so delicious. Normally, that shit turns me on, but my dick lays limp in my jeans. Damn Jameson. Right, as if the Jameson is what broke my dick tonight. This is bullshit. I just gotta go for it and taste her lips. Maybe that’ll give my flaccid cock a jolt. I ebb forward and my phone vibrates in my pocket. My cock jumps. I sway back, reach in, and take out my cell. I glance at the unfamiliar number.
    My dick jumps again, hoping ...
    “Sorry, babe,” I give the cute blonde a false grimace, “but I gotta take this,” I say and head for the back door. My cell continues to ring as I make my way through the back entrance into the hallway. I kick the door close behind me and swipe the screen. “Hey, Picasso.”
    “Zeke?” Like a gentle tug on my cock, her soft voice reaches through the line. “How’d you know it was me?”
    “Told you, sweetheart, I don’t give out my number and very few people have it. So when the number popped up on my screen, I figured it had to be you.”
    “Oh,” she says and then the line goes silent.
    I know that I need to keep this going. “So you calling for my services?”
    “Yes, the platonic one.” I hear her resistance and her surrender weeded into every word.
    “Tomorrow, eight am, I’ll pick you up. Be ready.”
    “It’s a date.” I hear the smile in her voice.
    “No.” I shake my head. “It’s not a date.”
    “Zeke, if you pick me up tomorrow at eight, it’s a date. If you don’t show, then no, it’s not a date.”
    I open my mouth to argue but quickly recognize the quiet. I pull my cell from my ear and look at it. She fucking hung up on me. What the hell.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER NINE

     
    When I hear the doorbell ring, my heart starts to race. I’m glad Rayna is still asleep. She’d call me out on my giddy state over the fact that Zeke is here to pick me up.
    With the understanding that this is a date, he still came. And like the third grade spelling bee, I’m ready, I’m excited, but most of all, I’m scared. It appears that when I’m around him, like all the other women who encounter the man, I fall victim to his charms. The guy touches me without actually touching me. His presence alone makes my heart pump hard and my body heats up. He gets me so hot in a way that no other guy has.
    I shake my arms in hopes that everything will go back to normal, but when I pull the door open, I feel the erogenous spell of Zeke Declan cast over me.
    Dressed in a light grey tee and a pair of destroyed jeans, he’s gorgeous. His short messy hair falls perfectly around his gorgeous face, stopping at the nape of his corded neck. Just as my eyes make their way to his, the sun radiates upon his face, enhancing the brilliant color of his gold-speckled eyes. The corner of his mouth lifts into a small lopsided grin, and I can’t help but to respond to that adorable, attention-grabbing dimple. My lips turn up. “Hi,” I manage to push out of my mouth, my smile growing bigger by the second. He’s infectious. You just want to welcome him. You want to keep him smiling, keep him pleased, and keep him close.
    God, I’m in trouble