Framed and Hung Read Online Free PDF Page A

way too serious of late. Maybe he should thank her for tumbling into his life like she had.
    Hell, no, you bloody idiot. Since when do you bow down to anyone, let alone this slip of a girl…er, woman?
    She might make him laugh, but she pissed the shit out of him, too. Yet here he was, standing around like an impotent wimp, letting her get her jollies by making fun of him.
    He frowned and stared down at the little towelling cloth hiding his cock. Hmm, well, maybe not the impotent bit. But definitely time to put Zoe Chandler in her place.
    Given the signals she’d been handing out, if he played his cards right, that place could well be beneath him. Right in the middle of the king-sized bed that dominated room 22. So he could stand here acting like an outraged virgin. Or he could call her bluff.
    Drawing his shoulders back, he turned and sauntered over to the vanity and the stack of white towels perched there, as if totally unconcerned that he was butt-naked except for the stupid washcloth.
    ‘Nice ass, Mr Lord.’
    He ignored her. For the moment, anyway. Dropping the washcloth, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it about his hips, tucking the end in above his right hip.
    ‘Soo…’ He sauntered across to her and backed her up against the bathroom wall. Bracing his hands on the tiles either side of her, he created a cage to keep her there. ‘How come you’re in my room?’
    Zoe dug into the pocket of her shorts and produced a room key. Eyebrows raised, she held it up and swung it in front of his face. ‘Whose room did you say it was? Your mum assigned it to me. Guess you’ll have to move.’
    He shook his head. ‘Na-uh, I don’t think so. I’ve already taken the time to unpack my belongings and store them away in the wardrobe and drawers. Not about to do it again.’
    Leaning his left elbow on the wall, he propped his chin on his fist. Then, his movements deliberate, he pressed in closer, letting his weight settle against her. ‘Of course, if you didn’t want to shift, you could move in here with me.’
    He grinned at her upturned face as he slid his body from side to side, letting her know just what he thought of her shacking up in here with him. ‘I’m sure we could find something to do when we’re not working.’
    If he’d thought she would run away when he put the hard word on her, he couldn’t have been more wrong. The breath caught in his chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged him close. Close enough his hard cock pressed against her stomach.
    ‘You know we have a problem, don’t you?’ She gave a breathy chuckle. ‘You’re so darn tall, you’re going to end up poking that thing in my belly button. I don’t think either of us will get much satisfaction that way.’
    He let out a bark of laughter. ‘No, you’re just too small. I remember you being a pipsqueak at school, but I figured you’d grow a bit.’
    ‘So you do remember me?’
    ‘As soon as Mum mentioned your name, I placed you. The 16-year-old who’d been bumped up a few grades because she was too smart for her own good.’
    ‘Hey, it’s not my fault the powers-that-be fast-tracked me through school. You guys were just too slow.’
    She balled up a fist and punched him on the chest. ‘And you were an arrogant prick at school, always mouthing off at me. I’ll never forget you sticking my plaits together and then cutting a big chunk off them to get the gum out. It had taken me years to grow my hair that long.’
    He grabbed her hand before she smacked him again. ‘Hey, I was almost 18 years old, a face full of pimples, a rebellious attitude, shit-hot out on the football field, but lousy with girls. How else was I going to get your attention?’
    Her mouth dropped open for a moment then she snapped it shut and just stared at him. ‘Um…you cut my hair to get my attention? Oh boy, that’ll do it every time.’
    She leaned against him and let rip with a belly laugh. Jake frowned. Hey, he didn’t think it was that