Never Understand Part One ( Johnthen Trent Adult Romance 1) Read Online Free PDF

half-smile back to let him know he’ll have to do better than that.
    ‘Let me get you a drink,’ he says. He makes that sweet, disarming smile again.
    ‘I’m fine.’
    ‘No, you’re not,’ he says. ‘You’re pissy. Angry.’ He’s already behind the bar, his long, pianist’s finger trailing along the spirit bottles, making his selection, dancing around like a pro cocktail waiter. He picks out a quart of Tanqueray and grabs the bottle, flipping it like Tom Cruise, movie bartender.
    ‘I guess I am a little less than ecstatic,’ I say trying not to look at his sculpted butt as he selects a lime from the bowl, ‘Yeah, I am pissy that you had Massimo drag me down here when the place isn’t even open.’ I glare to make my point.
    ‘I wanted to apologize in person,’ he says. ‘And I wanted to make you a drink.’
    ‘That’s lame, and you know it.’
    John gives me a sidelong look and licks his lips, but says nothing. It’s sweet and lascivious at the same time. He takes a lime and carefully slices it down the middle, like he’s some kind of chef. Then he fits the halves together and squeezes between both palms, the juice flooding into the glass. There’s something about this that is so sexual. Perhaps it’s the skill, self-assurance and strength. Or the flooding juice thing, or just the burst of citrus scent. Or the tiny, tiny goosebumps I think I can see on the soft skin of his neck. It makes him seem so soft and delicate, yet he’s obviously big and dangerous to be with.
    ‘It is lame, I guess,’ he says, grabbing a handful of ice. ‘Perhaps I should be honest.’
    ‘Honest would be good,’ I say, trying to sound as pissy as before, even though John’s charm is washing over me. Any girl ought to run for the hills when a guy like this talks about being honest, but his scent and sophistication are mingling with the lime and aromatic gin. I notice there are flowers, white lilies on the black Italian marble of the bar. He’s prepared that specially. Flowers, lighting, limes right there to hand. The lips, his male scent laden with promise. It’s a mini sensual explosion.
    ‘OK. I’ll be honest, if you’ll do one thing for me,’ he says, luring me.
    ‘Just one thing?’
    ‘You might even enjoy it.’ He says, filling both glasses with fresh tonic and stirring. A simple drink done perfectly. Like his look – dark suit, white shirt, but done perfectly. He hands me the cool, alluring, fizzing creation. ‘Drink. Drink this with me and I’ll level with you. I’ll be honest.’
    I say nothing, but swing my behind onto the leather barstool, under the watchful eye of this sexy operator who calls himself only John. That look he just threw at my ass had plenty of honesty. I take a sip, trying to look cool as I gaze into those golden eyes. ‘OK,’ I say, keeping up the semi-passive-aggressive attitude. ‘Honesty. What’s your sorry excuse for hauling me down here like I was a member of your harem?’
    ‘Ha! Am I that easy to read?’ He says this, but he’s not the least embarrassed. ‘OK, let’s do honesty. So… yesterday…’ he says, ‘I saw your outrageously fantastic ass and that wonderful cascade of hair, and I…’
    ‘Just had to make me get dressed for work and drag myself down here to hear that. I think I’ve got the picture.’ I have definitely got the picture. It’s amazing how that kind of flattery can send a thrill, flipping over and over inside me when it comes from a man like this – and he knows it. But a self-respecting woman has to put a stop to it.
    ‘I had a business dinner so I couldn’t… get your number last night…’ he says. What crap.
    ‘And you couldn’t leave a tip either.’ Why am I so obsessed with the tip? The money Massimo gave me was more than I would usually get anyway. And it makes me look so grasping.
    ‘My assistant, Carmen, made a mistake there. She normally deals with things like that.’
    He sounds like a corny pick up artist – but the