His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

the mirror. She peeked inside, and her knees weakened when she found a box of condoms. Madison gulped and picked up the box. It gave her an odd sense of satisfaction to find it unopened. It was silly really. Of course Brad had sex. Hell, so did she! Well, not recently, but still…
    She put the box back and nosed around in his cabinet a bit more. She gave a small spray of his cologne, then grabbed his stick of deodorant. She uncapped it and drew in the scent. Brad… She applied it to her underarms, recapped it and put it back in his cabinet. Making sure she had everything back in its place, Madison closed the mirror and dressed for her eleven o’clock meeting. Turning her attention to her tangled hair, she took out her blow dryer and flat iron. Once she fought her wayward curls into submission, she slipped in her contacts, presenting Made-Up Madison to the world, instead of “Fatty Maddy”.
    Even though she was more comfortable dressed in her loose-fitting clothes and glasses, with her hair tied back in a ponytail, she reserved that look for home, or for when she was elbow deep in pastry dough at the back of the bakery. When she was out on deliveries or showcasing her product to potential clients, she presented a different side of herself, even though she wasn’t all that comfortable in form-fitting clothes. But she was a businesswoman and had to present herself as one, which meant sweats were out.
    Feeling more like her old self after showering and dressing, she padded around Brad’s small apartment. She stepped over his laundry basket of clean, neatly folded clothes, honing in on a pair of boxer briefs lying on top of the pile. She resisted the urge to pick them up. With the way her day was going, Brad would likely catch her in the act, or worse, think she was some kind of underwear perv. Instead she gifted herself with a moment to visualize him in them and nothing else, and as a warm whisper curled around her thighs, she plopped down on the sofa, where she grabbed her phone from her purse in search of a distraction. As she scrolled through emails, she heard the key in the lock.
    Nervous anticipation welled up inside her and she worked to tamp it down. Good God, she’d known Brad her entire life, and it was damn well time she stopped acting like a love-struck schoolgirl around him. She took a centering breath and squared her shoulders.
    “Hey,” he said. Despite the fact that she’d just lectured herself on keeping her cool around him, the second she set eyes on him her knees went weak.
    She climbed from the sofa, walked around his laundry basket and tried for normal. “Were you able to get the parts?”
    “Yeah,” he answered, then he angled his head, his eyes clouding with something that resembled desire as his gaze trailed the length of her body. His throat worked as he swallowed and, if she wasn’t mistaken, she thought she spotted hunger in his baby blues as he looked at her form-fitting dress clothes. But she had to be mistaken. Brad had never looked at her as anything more than his kid brother’s friend. Then again, she’d only started wearing professional outfits after opening her bakery last year, which meant that until today, until this very moment, he’d never seen her dressed in anything but unflattering sweats that hid her body before. Had never seen her dress like one of the put-together, brazen women he’d normally go for. And from the way he was currently staring at her, interesting flickering in the back of his eyes, it seemed like he was actually noticing her.
    Still, she had to be mistaken, right?
    Laid out on his side on Madison’s wet, tiled bathroom floor, Brad finished cutting the wall away to give him better access to the pipes, but how he was supposed to concentrate with Madison prancing around in those high heels of hers was beyond him.
    She stopped by the bathroom door for the umpteenth time. “You sure you don’t need anything before I go?”
    Oh, he needed something all