Avet, Danica - Ain't No Bull [The Veil 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

doggie! The man was hot. Barely able to restrain the urge to fan herself, Izzy nodded primly. Saga would be laughing her ass off right about now. There wasn’t a prim bone in Izzy’s body. Normally, if she were attracted to a man she was shameless in her attempts to get his attention, but she was going to show her Amazon sisters she had some self-restraint.
    “That’s acceptable. It’ll save me fixing up the longhouse back at the Black Dog Camp.” She peered over his shoulder at the house. “You do have more rooms, right?”
    His sexy mouth curved into a smile so dangerous it got her adrenaline pumping. He hooked his thumbs through his belt loops, those long fingers framing the bulge in his jeans. “Afraid you won’t be able to resist me, sugar?”
    “Afraid? Ha! I’m not scared of anything, bull boy. If we’re bunking together, I’ll toss my razor so you can feel my prickly legs all night.” Liar! She wouldn’t be able to resist him if they shared a bed, which wasn’t happening anyway, she told herself. She’d sleep on the damn sofa if she had to.
    He laughed in her face. “You can skip shaving if you think it’ll keep you safe, Isola, but I wouldn’t bet on it.”
    She gritted her teeth. “Izzy. My name is Izzy,” she snarled. No one called her Isola without risking life and limb. She’d never understood how her mother, one of the most feared Amazons of her time, could have named her only daughter Isola. Like she was some fucking fragile flower or something. It was disgusting.
    Those massive shoulders lifted in a shrug that did interesting things to his chest. Her eyes fell to the mass of flesh in front of her nose and her mouth watered. Short attention span much? She imagined licking every square inch of that skin. He’d probably taste like sweat and man and…no, she was not going there.
    “I like Isola better,” the stupid man said, turning away from her. “I’ll show you the guest room.”
    Like a lemming, she followed him across the living room. He showed her to a room right next to his. She’d thought it was a bathroom. Instead, it was a good-sized bedroom—fully furnished. The bed wasn’t as wide as his was, though it certainly was long enough for her.
    “This is the bathroom.” He opened the door across from the bed. “It connects to my room, so if you need someone to scrub your back, just holler.”
    Izzy rolled her eyes. “Do you share your room with an older, smarter brother?” Her sugar tone was enough to give her cavities.
    The frown he gave her was priceless, and she mentally gave herself a point.
    “I don’t have any older brothers.”
    “Younger, smarter brothers?”
    “No,” he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
    She feigned a heavy sigh. “Oh well. I suppose I’ll just have to scrub my own back.” Izzy slapped her hands together. “Well, I’ll just go get my stuff! See ya in a bit!”
    Beating tracks out the house before the bull could wring her neck she barely made it to her SUV before she started laughing. The look on his face had been just too much. Really, he thought he was going to be able to charm her? Ha!

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    He watched her laughing to herself as she drove away. She was certifiable. Grant shook his head sadly. Poor deluded female. She thought she was so swift, but little did she know Grant Strickland was the type of male who made goals and fulfilled them. She was his latest goal and he would conquer her.
    Moseying back into the house, he booted up his computer while he took a shower. He’d better get some work done if he was going to spend time wooing the Amazon. After a shower that took less than ten minutes, he was sitting in front of his laptop reading reports from some of his employees.
    Strickland Securities was already getting a lot of press in the industry for providing protection for the Ball and they’d had a recent flood of inquiries. The concern for protection was paramount in most Veilerians’ lives, but when you add in the