Casting Stones (Stones Duet #1) Read Online Free PDF

you’ve met the infamous Dana Verrano…” Eric grins, tossing the words into the air between us after downing his third shot as I sip my beer.
    “Yeah, I met her. She’s one of the secretaries.” I answer stiffly.
    “Have you tapped that yet?”
    “Hell no!” I swallow down the lager.
    “Watch her. She’ll eat you alive.”
    My eyes open wide. “Have you—”
    “Fuck that!” He holds up his left hand, showing me his wedding band. “Six years, bro.”
    I nod with understanding and force back the twinge of jealousy. I could’ve been married right now if I didn’t fuck things up so badly. I will always regret not asking Mia to marry when me I had the chance.
    While I watch the television screens broadcast a replay of tonight’s game and ignore the trembling of my hand, I’m acutely aware of her presence behind me.
    “Hello, Mr. Davis. Good to see you out tonight.”
    I turn and am greeted by her plump tits, practically hanging out of her dress. She’s attractive, there’s no doubt. But I’m all set with the ‘boil-a-bunny’ type. Been there. Done that.
    “Hey, Dana. How’s it going?” I respond cordially. There I go with the rhetorical question bullshit. I don’t give a shit about how she is.
    Her eyes rake up and down my body again and she licks her lips. “It’s all right. I like letting my hair down every once in a while.”
    “Cool.” A clipped response slips through my lips.
    “Are you enjoying your night out?” She moves in close to whisper in my ear, leaning her body toward mine. “Because you know…you could be enjoying your night buried deep in me.” Abruptly, a disorderly and very drunk man knocks into Dana, causing her to spill her drink down the front of her tight dress.
    “My bad, babe. My bad. Let me help you clean that up,” he offers, slurring his words while he eyes her tits.
    “What the hell, asshole! Fuck off!” she screeches in his direction.
    He staggers away
    “Take this,” she slurs as she thrusts her martini in my face; its contents sloshing over the side. She reaches around me and asks the bartender for a cocktail napkin.
    I place her drink on the bar.
    “ You can have a taste if you want. I won’t mind.” She presses her body against mine and purrs like a cat.
    “Listen, we work together. That’s not a good idea.”
    She looks down to wipe the spilled alcohol from her chest before looking back at me. “Work. Play. What’s the difference?” She tilts her head to the side and shrugs her shoulders.
    I step back, widening the space between us. “I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
    She eyes me skeptically, pouting her red-stained lips. “That’s too bad Mr. Davis because playing at work is so much fun.” I’m sure that’s what the last guy thought, too.
    “Let’s go, boys. We’re outta here.” Eric announces, saving me from rejecting her once again.
    Brandon, a shop teacher from work, walks up and looks at Dana. His eyes trail up and down her body. “Dana”
    She smiles. “Hey, B. Haven’t seen you in a while. Call me.”
    I inhale deeply once we’re outside, but it’s not a cleansing or refreshing breath. The August air is thick and heavy with moisture. We walk another few blocks as I watch the city lights pass by until I see an illuminated sign that reminds me of Cinderella, my niece’s favorite Disney movie.
    “Welcome to Boston,” Eric howls as we bypass the long line and I follow him into the packed club, dimly lit with purple LED uplighting. Tall, marbled pillars are roped off as if standing guard around the shiny pole affixed in the center of the stage. On the side, I see two smaller stages with a pole, encased by a metal cage. A strip club. I love sex just as much as any other guy, but coming to a strip club is pointless. To watch some woman dance around naked isn’t appealing to me. It’s not like you can touch them; I mean really touch them.
    A waitress in a string bikini welcomes us and offers a drink.
    Brandon grabs her