Aconite (The Elektita Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

being late." Jonathon's cool voice came from behind causing me to
jump, and igniting a burst of laughter from him.
    How did I not hear
him come in? When I turned around he was close enough that I was rather
surprised we weren't touching. He reached down and ran his fingertips across
the edge of my breasts following the line of flowers that made up my tattoo.
Heat low in my body ignited awakening places long neglected. I could do nothing
else but stare into his eyes. The feeling of being sucked into a black abyss
swept through me. He smelled of pine and salt and something wild that I
couldn't place. He took his time tracing each petal, never missing a leaf. His
touch burned as he gave his unwavering attention to each petal along the way.
When the path came to an end, he abruptly stepped back, and the enchantment was
broken. I was once again left blinking.
    He no longer
looked perfectly tailored. The suit was replaced with a gray t-shirt and jeans
that hugged his hips, both of which appeared damp, and his skin gleamed with
droplets that had held on for the ride. Was it raining? His damp shirt clung to
every muscle of his lean body leaving nothing but skin tone to the imagination.
Was he even aware of how fuckable he looked right now? The long blond hair that
had been pulled back now hung free just past his shoulders. My hands itched
with the need to grab a handful and jerk him against me. I fisted my hands
behind my back thankful that I had enough restraint not to fulfill that need.
    "Crumbs,"
he declared, brushing them into a nearby trashcan. The sexual tension that had
my nipples taut and hunger growing in other places was shattered by a sudden
surge of embarrassment.
    "Thank
you." The words came as nothing more than a whisper. God, was I that
neglected that I would twist even the most innocent of gestures into a reason
to jump someone’s bones?
    He picked up the
invoices and requests from the desk. "So how was your first day?" he
asked while his eyes skimmed my work.
    Regaining my
composure I gave him a rundown of my day, even going as far as giving him an
assessment of his other employees. When I told him what I thought of Jo,
laughter threatened to bubble over.
    "Yes, she is
an interesting character." The show stopping grin tried again to harden my
nipples.
    "Well, it
looks like you and my cafe survived its first day," he said after laying
down the papers. The return to business helped keep my raging hormones in
check. We walked through the cafe, shutting off lights and closing windows. I
couldn't help but admire the golds and oranges that were painted across the
water courtesy of the setting sun. Beautiful enough for that postcard, I
thought.
    We made it to the
back parking lot before Jonathon pulled a cell phone from his pocket. I hadn't
heard it ring but it could have been on silent. Instead he reached down pulling
my hand up and placed the unanswered phone against my palm. His touch sent
electricity singing up my arm.
    "What is this
for?" I'd never owned a cell phone and had prided myself in this. Never in
my wildest dreams did I want to be a part of the tech zombie era. He stared
down at our interlocked hands while he mulled something over, an answer I
suppose.
    "You are
management. If I need you I can get a hold of you right away. Leaving messages
is not an option I prefer," he said finally, deciding on an answer.
    Did I want to
accept the phone? Surely I could refrain from being one of those girls that ran
into poles or followed their GPS off a cliff instead of using what God gave
them? Did running a small town cafe really warrant a cell phone?  I couldn't
help but giggle with the thought that cafe management was so fast paced that a
cell phone was a requirement. What else could I do?  I quit my internal banter
and pulled my hand and the phone back into my personal space.
    Instead of the
chuckle at my acceptance his whole demeanor flipped as though it was only a
facade to what truly hid behind it. I watched as all