Boston Avant-Garde: Impetuous Read Online Free PDF
Author: Kaitlin Maitland
Tags: Erotic Contemporary
Flynn. My sister is in the market for something long-term and connected, if our mother has anything to do with it. Although, if you’re that desperate for female attention, you can spend your weekend at Sachs hauling around her shopping bags.”
“At least any sister of yours wouldn’t need me to finance a spending spree.”
Nicolai wondered if Erik’s sister really had those goals or if that was just what was expected of her. It reminded him of his little wild girl. This was the same kind of life that had her tied in knots. Maybe excessive shopping dampened the effects of massive sexual frustration. Who knew?
“Anyway, since I’m here.” Erik turned back to Nicolai. “I have a proposition for you.”
“It doesn’t involve another bar fight where you get your ass beat, does it?” Nicolai’s relationship with Erik Aasen went back to a time when Erik had been avoiding the responsibility of his family’s corporation by engaging in truly idiotic, self-destructive behavior.
“No, but it does involve you regaining ownership of this place.”
Nicolai straightened. He’d lost the bar in a bad poker game. Erik had stepped in and bought the debt to keep him from losing it altogether.
“How long has it been?”
“Ten years, eight months, nine days.”
“You ready to buy it back?”
Even coming from Erik, Nicolai was wary of things that sounded too good to be true. “You sure you want to sell?”
“Ten years is a long time to stay clean. I’d always intended to give it back when you were ready. Talia brought it to my attention that you tend to be too hard on yourself. She thinks you’re ready, and I think she’s right.”
Erik’s wife was about as close to an angel as Nicolai could’ve imagined. “God really cut you a break when he let that woman walk into your life, you know that?”
“Guess you should’ve stolen her when you had the chance.”
Flynn snorted. “Oh, I think the big, bad man here has found his own angel.”
Erik gestured to Flynn, and the bartender passed him a cold bottle of beer. “Do tell.”
“Nicky won’t tell you shit. He told me not five minutes before you walked in that I could have her number as long as I promised to tell her he was too busy for her if she popped in here again.”
Nicolai wondered if it was possible for Flynn to be any more of a big mouth.
“Is that right?” Erik took a swig of beer, his dark gaze glued to Nicolai.
Flynn was just getting warmed up. His expression carried that hint of the devil that always promised trouble. “She blew in here last night, took one look at Nicky, and never looked at anyone else.”
“She give a name?”
Nicolai remembered the college boy who had bought her a drink. She hadn’t wanted him, but she’d been so willing to take what little she could get. Why? He’d accused her of playing by all the rules. After tasting her wild passion, he was beginning to think otherwise.
“She give you a name, Nicky?” Flynn asked.
“No.”
Flynn eagerly returned to his storytelling. “She gave one of those Harvard prats a fake name, something crazy. Could’ve sworn she was going to leave with him until she met the big guy. He poked at her a bit, and she lit into him like a regular hellcat. You should’ve seen it, Erik! Better than reality TV.”
Erik finished his beer and twirled the neck of the bottle between his fingers. “But she never gave a name?”
Flynn rubbed his hands together, no doubt relishing the best part. “Girl leans over the bar, kisses Nicky, gets him all hot and bothered, and then goes upstairs with him. You believe that? Knew her less than five minutes and spent the next hour with her in his bed!”
Nicolai didn’t like Erik’s speculative gaze. Erik Aasen had a shrewd mind, and they’d been friends for too long. Nicolai banded the receipts together and put them in the deposit bag with the cash. “I need to make a bank run.”
“I’ll do it.” Erik held his hand out for the
“At least any sister of yours wouldn’t need me to finance a spending spree.”
Nicolai wondered if Erik’s sister really had those goals or if that was just what was expected of her. It reminded him of his little wild girl. This was the same kind of life that had her tied in knots. Maybe excessive shopping dampened the effects of massive sexual frustration. Who knew?
“Anyway, since I’m here.” Erik turned back to Nicolai. “I have a proposition for you.”
“It doesn’t involve another bar fight where you get your ass beat, does it?” Nicolai’s relationship with Erik Aasen went back to a time when Erik had been avoiding the responsibility of his family’s corporation by engaging in truly idiotic, self-destructive behavior.
“No, but it does involve you regaining ownership of this place.”
Nicolai straightened. He’d lost the bar in a bad poker game. Erik had stepped in and bought the debt to keep him from losing it altogether.
“How long has it been?”
“Ten years, eight months, nine days.”
“You ready to buy it back?”
Even coming from Erik, Nicolai was wary of things that sounded too good to be true. “You sure you want to sell?”
“Ten years is a long time to stay clean. I’d always intended to give it back when you were ready. Talia brought it to my attention that you tend to be too hard on yourself. She thinks you’re ready, and I think she’s right.”
Erik’s wife was about as close to an angel as Nicolai could’ve imagined. “God really cut you a break when he let that woman walk into your life, you know that?”
“Guess you should’ve stolen her when you had the chance.”
Flynn snorted. “Oh, I think the big, bad man here has found his own angel.”
Erik gestured to Flynn, and the bartender passed him a cold bottle of beer. “Do tell.”
“Nicky won’t tell you shit. He told me not five minutes before you walked in that I could have her number as long as I promised to tell her he was too busy for her if she popped in here again.”
Nicolai wondered if it was possible for Flynn to be any more of a big mouth.
“Is that right?” Erik took a swig of beer, his dark gaze glued to Nicolai.
Flynn was just getting warmed up. His expression carried that hint of the devil that always promised trouble. “She blew in here last night, took one look at Nicky, and never looked at anyone else.”
“She give a name?”
Nicolai remembered the college boy who had bought her a drink. She hadn’t wanted him, but she’d been so willing to take what little she could get. Why? He’d accused her of playing by all the rules. After tasting her wild passion, he was beginning to think otherwise.
“She give you a name, Nicky?” Flynn asked.
“No.”
Flynn eagerly returned to his storytelling. “She gave one of those Harvard prats a fake name, something crazy. Could’ve sworn she was going to leave with him until she met the big guy. He poked at her a bit, and she lit into him like a regular hellcat. You should’ve seen it, Erik! Better than reality TV.”
Erik finished his beer and twirled the neck of the bottle between his fingers. “But she never gave a name?”
Flynn rubbed his hands together, no doubt relishing the best part. “Girl leans over the bar, kisses Nicky, gets him all hot and bothered, and then goes upstairs with him. You believe that? Knew her less than five minutes and spent the next hour with her in his bed!”
Nicolai didn’t like Erik’s speculative gaze. Erik Aasen had a shrewd mind, and they’d been friends for too long. Nicolai banded the receipts together and put them in the deposit bag with the cash. “I need to make a bank run.”
“I’ll do it.” Erik held his hand out for the