Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

shop and got up to her apartment, she sat in front of the television watching the news and eating leftovers. Thinking back on her day, Ryan Chisholm’s face and body popped into her mind. She couldn’t get her reaction to him out of her mind. He had to be the most handsome man she had ever met. And he was interested in her. She sat quietly for a while, watching television and lost in her own thoughts, trying to decide if she was interested in starting something with him. He certainly affected her in a physical sense, but he was from a rich family, so that lessened the attraction. Still, if she knew going in that whatever happened between them was based solely on sex, what could it hurt if she went out with him? Ryan Chisholm was chasing after her. Now, she just had to decide whether she was going to let him catch her or not.
    Samantha knew from experience that rich men couldn’t be trusted for the long haul unless the woman was some society debutante, which Samantha definitely was not. Samantha was damaged goods. Her mother’s actions had made her tainted, and no man with a prestigious family would want her long-term. She wondered if it wasn’t time to take what she wanted in life, and to hell with happily ever after. The only person she could really count on was herself. The next time she got involved with a man, she would keep her heart out of the mix, and she would be the one to leave. Maybe that man should be Ryan Chisholm.

Chapter 4

    Each day that week, Ryan sought her out at lunchtime under the big oak tree in the park. He always made sure she was okay with him joining her before he walked over to Mancini’s Bakery for the lunch special. He flirted shamelessly with her and kept asking her when she was going to put him out of his misery and go out on a date with him. They never seemed to have a problem finding things to talk about and had even had some heated discussions about religion and politics.
    On Friday, Ryan again showed up at her oak tree to join her for lunch. Her eyes were drawn to his luscious ass and thighs as he strode away from her toward Mancini’s Bakery. Oh, Lord. The muscles in his back were so well defined through that thin T-shirt. His tush was pretty spectacular, too. He was long, lean, and hard bodied. Mmm. Mmm . He looked back and he caught her ogling his ass and smiled a shit-eating grin before turning his attention back to where he was walking.
    Samantha fanned her face with her hand. Surely it wasn’t that hot outside. She felt like she was burning up. Still red-faced, she pulled out her Kindle and continued reading a new erotic novel she had downloaded last night. After about ten minutes, Samantha decided not to wait anymore and got out her chicken-salad sandwich and a bag of barbecue chips. Samantha was just taking the first bite of her sandwich when Ryan strolled back up.
    “Sorry, darlin’,” he apologized. “They were super busy.” He sat down next to her and pulled out a turkey sandwich.

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    Ryan was enthralled. He had never been so attracted to a woman in his life. Sure, Samantha was beautiful to look at. It was hard to miss. She was built like a freakin’ Barbie doll. High, firm breasts, small waist, and hips that flared just right. Legs long enough to wrap around his waist as he fucked her. Her face was beautiful, with full lips just waiting to be kissed. Her eyes were mostly blue with a touch of violet in them. She had high cheekbones and a dainty nose and chin. Her long blonde hair was the color of corn silk and it hung in waves down to the top of her delectable, tight ass. Her skin sported a golden glow. He sensed an innate goodness to her and a sort of innocence in the way she talked. Shit! Was he a poet now? If he didn’t know any better, he’d say he was falling for the woman.
    Things had been this way since he had met her that first night at the club. He hadn’t called Sheila and hadn’t been with a woman since he and Samantha had started having lunch