All of Me (All of Me #1) Read Online Free PDF

other people read it makes me nervous.
    I make a fresh cup of coffee, and watch the time on the microwave while the kettle boils. Three a.m.
    My apartment is quiet, as are the city streets below me, but my mind makes up for it. I haven’t been able to sleep. Not since Jason walked out of here hours ago.
    I spent some time being angry with myself, and then with Jason, and then myself again. When the tossing and turning in bed became too much, I decided to distract myself. Ironically, it was with reading the book I’d written about how I met Jason, and how he flipped my world on its axis.
    I take my coffee, sit down and continue reading…
    C HAPTER T HREE
    My parents’ house was decorated for their annual charity fundraiser. As always, my mother chose golds and creams for the décor. In my opinion it was boring, but what did I know? I was nineteen and the last thing I cared about was attending yet another function. Not that I had much choice in the matter. I was expected to be here. At least I had a say in my dress and this year I chose something that made my mother cringe.
    I looked down, smiling, as I remembered my mother’s reaction. I was wearing a strapless teal gown with a sweetheart neckline and empire waist trimmed in colorful beaded accents . The kicker? My cleavage was on full display and the gown had a slit that came up mid-thigh. I was showing too much, as my mother put it, but that made it all the more enticing to wear.
    “Lacey,” my mother called. I looked up and found her walking towards me.
    “Come greet the guests,” she instructed, trying to hide her irritation. She really needs to take the stick out of her ass, I think. Or maybe my father should have sex with her again.
    I snickered behind my hand at the thought. If I played along with her charade for a little while then I could leave, and meet my friends at the new club they were all going to.
    “You’ve been standing in the corner all night, not bothering to interact with anyone. That’s rude,” she berated. Her face was schooled with a smile, but I could hear the anger simmering behind her words. “You should really try being more like your sister.”
    I rolled my eyes. That was her favorite line. She wanted me to be just like my older sister, Rebecca, and the idea made me gag. Rebecca was perfect – perfect grades, perfect etiquette, and perfect, well, everything. Like I said, gag.
    “There you are,” my father said, reaching for my arm. “I want you to meet someone.”
    I smiled at him, and it was genuine. I had a soft spot for my father. He never complained about what I did or didn’t do, and he was the only one in my family who seemed to accept me the way I was.
    “Lacy, this is Jason Tate,” he said. “Jason, this is my youngest daughter, Lacey.”
    I looked up and locked eyes with the man my father had introduced me to. His eyes were blue, like the ocean, and I found myself slightly speechless. My heart stuttered.
    He was beautiful, and that was probably being too vague. He was tall, at least six feet and three inches, and he had dark hair, like a night sky devoid of any light. His features were shaped, with high cheekbones, slightly squared jaw, and a dimple in his right cheek.
    That’s when I realized I was staring. And he was smiling at me. Or smirking. Whichever of the two was more smug.
    “Mr. Tate,” I greeted, sticking my hand out politely. I might have been slightly rebellious but I still had manners.
    His large hand engulfed mine, and I expected him to shake it. But he didn’t. He bent his head and pressed his lips to my knuckles.  I sucked in a breath, hoping that no one heard it.
    “It’s a pleasure,” he said, righting his stance. “Your father has been speaking fondly of you.”
    “All bad things, I hope.”
    My father cleared his throat, and I felt a blush creep up. I wasn’t supposed to say that. Thankfully it was my father who heard it. My mother would have had a coronary.
    Jason chuckled, and my blush