Hitched (Imperfect Love Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

cock is nothing short of massive, and it’s not even fully erect right now. Nine inches may actually be a conservative estimate of what it might look like hard. He must destroy men’s egos every time he walks into a locker room. And I don’t even want to think about what he destroys with women . . .
    “Meh. I’ve seen bigger,” I force out, fighting to maintain my composure.
    Noah chuckles. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
    “Well, th-that monster is not coming anywhere near my uterus. No, thank you. I prefer to keep my organs intact.”
    Noah’s grin widens. “I doubt that, but just to be on the safe side, I’ll ease it in nice and slow. Piece of cake. Plus, you’ve got good health insurance, right?”
    “That is not funny, Noah. Now, put that thing away or I’ll remove it.”
    I try to sound stern, but my shaking voice and bright red cheeks surely give me away. Why the hell can’t I stop staring?
    He chuckles—yeah, the jerk can definitely see right through me—but he obliges, tucking the beast back into its lair.
    I try to compose myself as we head back to the bar. Once seated, as coolly as I can, I say, “This doesn’t change my opinion, you know.”
    “Really? Not at all?” He raises his eyebrows.
    Of course, seeing his dick made an impression. How could it not? But I’ll be damned if I stroke his . . . ego any more than I already have.
    “Look, this whole dating thing is just to prove that we can live and work together. You don’t need to go for extra credit.”
    “But what if I want to?”
    “Noah . . .”
    “Would you at least be willing to try it? We could start super slow. Set strict limits. Like, say . . .” He waves his hand vaguely. “Nothing past first base.”
    “A trial run within a trial run,” I say slowly, tasting the idea. I’m a little skeptical, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to fool around a little. I can always call game over if I’m feeling underwhelmed.
    “Exactly. Just testing the waters. We can pretend we’re back in high school or something.”
    I take a long sip of my drink, considering. Then I reply, “I’ll think about it.”

Chapter Five
    Noah
     
    Game on.

Chapter Six
    Olivia
     
    Oh, joy. The renowned marketing firm of Wesson, Burke and Barsol has sent a vulture. And for some godforsaken reason, our board of directors agreed to let him blow hot air through his yellowing teeth for an hour and call it a “negotiations meeting.”
    Tate & Cane has been rivals with WBB from day one. So, naturally, its CEO started salivating as soon as he smelled blood. Officially, the vulture is an “acquisitions representative,” but the formality of that title is just a smoke screen. He’s here to try to pick the carcass before it’s even stopped moving.
    Holding back an aggravated sigh, I shift in my seat at the conference table. I don’t have time for this bullshit; I have an entire company to rehabilitate. “Meeting with potential buyers” is about as far down my to-do list as it gets. Especially since I have no idea what this jerk is even doing here, other than wasting everyone’s time and sending my blood pressure through the roof. It’ll be ninety days—no, eighty-six now—until the board even decides whether they want to sell Tate & Cane, let alone who they’ll sell it to.
    Maybe all this stress is just making me hysterical, but I can’t keep my mouth from twitching at the sight of the rep’s hair. He has, without a doubt, one of the greasiest, scraggliest, saddest comb-overs I’ve ever seen. And I’ve been part of the elite corporate world since I was old enough to hold Dad’s hand at company dinners. Trust me, I know my bad comb-overs.
    How appropriate . . . a bald vulture. Maybe I should check his hands for talons. I take a sip of coffee just to hide my smirk.
    Dad clears his throat to interrupt the rep’s rambling. “Excuse me, Mr. Valmont, but I’d just like to clarify a few points.”
    The rep blinks a few times, as if he’s