by Elise Faber
“Those heels hurt you.” His head tilted to the side. “Why do you wear them?”
She scoffed. “None of your fucking business, Walker.”
A smile—slow and hot and sliding like silk over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. “I knew you’d say that.”
“I—”
He held up a box she hadn’t noticed, pushed it into her hands when she stepped back. “Open it,” he said, voice dropping and joining that silk of his smile to dip between her legs. “If you think you can handle it.”
And then he was gone, the door closing behind him, leaving her with a heavy ass bag packed with who knew what, aching feet, and a box in her hands.
A box given on a challenge.
A box he knew she’d open.
Because Charlotte Harris didn’t give in or back down. She liked that even less than she liked losing.
So, she opened the lid.
And instantly knew she was in trouble.
—Charging, www.books2read.com/Charging
Caged
Gold Hockey Book #11
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“Are you seeing anyone?”
Slowly, she spun back, eyes wide.
“That was my question,” he said, when she stared at him in shock. “Dani?” he asked, when she just continued staring at him mutely. “Did I break you?”
A slow shake of her head.
He stepped a little closer, just near enough that she could feel the heat from his body. “No to the breaking you part, or no to the seeing anyone piece?” he murmured.
“The seeing anyone thing,” she somehow managed to whisper, despite the fact that the question from a man like him to a woman like her was absolutely one hundred percent unfathomable.
Circling back to sad and single and—
He smiled.
And she actually felt her brain cells collide and fizzle into smoke. That smile was dangerous, could without a doubt, turn her stupid. Really stupid.
“Good,” he murmured.
Swallowing hard, she nodded, cheeks on fire, and turned away again. “Right, I’ll just—”
“Will you go out with me?”
Her fingers went limp. The tablets hit the ground.
This time, the crunch sounded much more ominous.
Or maybe that was just her heart.
—Caged, www.books2read.com/CagedEF
