Brooklyn's Baddest: A Bad Boy Fighter Romance Read Online Free PDF

you. I know you’re happy, but I want more for you, that’s all. I’ll check in with you later. Love you.”
    Lisa grinned, grateful to have such a good friend, but relieved that she had uncovered Bonnie’s wicked plot to set her up on a blind date. “Love you, too.” She ended the call with a shake of her head as she slid her cell phone into her bag, shouldering it as she pulled the gym door open and walked inside.
    It took a few moments for her eyes to acclimate to the dim light in the room. There was an office off to the side of the front door. The office had a wide window that looked out over the gym, and a smaller window that stood open, facing the front door.
    There was an old man in the office, sitting in a chair facing a desk. Piles of papers and no end of random office supplies covered every inch of the desk. He looked up from the newspaper in his hands and caught Lisa’s eye.
    “Can I help you?” he asked, looking at her in slight surprise. He seemed like the sort of man who was rarely surprised.
    “I’m just here to take a look around,” she said with a polite smile. Simple was best, she firmly believed .
    He gave her a nod and looked back down at his newspaper. She turned away from the window and walked into the room. It looked like many other older gyms that she’d been in. The equipment wasn’t new, the people working out weren’t young for the most part, and the place had a look of being worn out by not much more than time and use. Smooth and dull around the edges.
    She walked through the machines and came to the other side of the room where there was a mat. Two young men were facing each other on it, sparring with one another. One was thick and stocky, while the other was built solid with muscle, while still keeping a slender form.
    Lisa stood back, watching them from where she had stopped, not wanting to be obvious about her observance, her black eyes taking in everything going on in front of her.
    The men were using some basic martial arts techniques in their fight, and they were both concentrating carefully on each other. They shot their arms and legs out at one another, striking and blocking, moving silently and carefully, each of them making a concerted effort to take the other down.
    She watched as the stocky one lunged suddenly for the muscular one, and the second man turned swiftly on the spot, making the first man miss him as he grabbed the man and turned him away, pushing him face first down on the mat,  landing on his back, knee planted in his spine.
    The muscular man jumped to his feet and they sparred again and again, and each time he would bring his opponent down without being touched. Lisa began to smile a little to herself, wondering if she had actually found a diamond in the rough. She knew that it would take a little time to determine that.
    When they were finished with their faux fighting, the men shook hands and the stocky one wandered off, heaving and out of breath, while the muscular one turned where he was on the mat, and stared straight into Lisa’s eyes. His steel blue eyes told her that he knew she had been watching the entire time, though he’d never looked at her.
    His mouth curved into a wide smile and he sauntered toward her, letting his gaze wander slowly over her body, all the way down to her feet before drifting back up, taking his time on her curves, until he met her eyes again, and reached her, standing in front of her.
    Jake loved the way she looked. She couldn’t have been more out of place; standing there in the shadowy light of the old gym in her high heels and silken stockings, the form fitting skirt that stopped just above her knees and clung to her fit slender body and her generous curves. She had long straight black hair that hung to her waist, milk chocolate colored skin, and a beautiful face.
    Her eyes were so dark that they were black. Her cheeks were high and rounded, and her jaw was squared, coming to a gently rounded curve where her chin was