Assumption (Underground Kings #1) Read Online Free PDF

towards me, sticking out his hand. “Kenton Mayson.”
    I put out my hand for him to take. “Autumn Freeman,” I tell him, and our eyes lock as his fingers wrap around mine. His touch sends tingles down my spine. I lick my lips, which have suddenly gone dry.
    His eyes drop to my mouth before meeting mine again. “Right.” His voice seems deeper than before and his eyes seem to have gone darker. “Get the salad, babe.” He nods towards the fridge, dropping my hand.
    My stomach flips at the word ‘babe.’ I ignore it and go to the fridge, pulling the salad out as he pulls some potatoes out of the oven, setting one on each plate before adding a golden piece of chicken as well.
    “It’s a nice night. How ’bout we sit out on the deck?”
    “Sure,” I agree.
    He finishes making our plates, adding butter and sour cream to the potatoes then adding salad to the dishes. “Get the door for me.”
    I open the sliding glass door in the kitchen that leads to the deck. He sets the plates down on the table before coming back in, opening the fridge, and grabbing a beer.
    “You want one?” he asks, holding up the beer.
    I shake my head; I’ve never had beer…or any kind of alcohol for that matter.
    “You don’t like beer? I got a bottle of wine if you prefer that.”
    “I’ve never had it before.”
    “You’ve never had a beer?” His voice sounds shocked, and I shake my head no again.
    I have worked around alcohol since I was twenty-one, but I have also seen the way it makes people act and have never trusted anyone enough to be that unguarded around them. I watch as he goes to the counter, puts the beer to the edge, and pops the top off.
    “Try a sip,” he orders.
    I reluctantly take it. Why? I don’t know. Normally, I would have stood my ground a little more firmly. I put the bottle to my lips and tip it back. The bubbles and cold hit my tongue before the taste. I pull the bottle away, scrunch up my face as the flavor hits me, and hand the bottle back to him.
    “Not a beer girl,” he assesses with a chuckle.
    “It’s not bad, but it doesn’t taste good either.”
    “It’s kind of an acquired taste. Do you like wine?”
    “I’ve never had it.” I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling like I need to hold myself together.
    His eyes drop for a second before meeting mine again. “Most women like wine.”
    I ignore that comment and watch him go to the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine. He goes to the drawer, pulls out a bottle opener, and starts to screw it into the top of the bottle. His arm muscles flex with every turn, and soon, there’s a pop and a hiss.
    “I don’t have any wine glasses,” he says, pulling a coffee cup down. He pours a small amount into the cup, handing it to me.
    I take it and put the cup to my face, giving it a sniff before placing it against my lips and tilting it back. This time after the taste hits my mouth, I smile.
    “There you go. You like wine,” he declares, sounding proud.
    I nod and start to wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater. His hand moves towards me, his fingers curve around my jaw, and his thumb runs over my bottom lip, his eyes watching closely. He leans forward, making my stomach drop.
    “Let’s eat before the food gets too cold,” he says.
    I nod, taking a step back trying to get myself under control. He fills the coffee cup with wine and waits for me to go outside before following me out onto the deck. I sit down on the iron chair as he sits in a plastic one across from me. I take a second to look around. The whole house is surrounded by trees, and it was built into a kind of valley. There isn’t much of a backyard. It all seems to be forest beyond the small area of grass.
    “So how long have you lived here?” I take another sip of wine.
    “About five years. I had plans to fix it up, but with my schedule, I’ve only had time to redo my bathroom and bedroom.”
    “It’s a really nice house.” I take a bite of the chicken and moan