Play Fling (A Stupid Cupid Book) Read Online Free PDF

Michelle herself, for that
matter? “Yeah, why not?” Elliott shrugged half-heartedly. “You ever
been to Ramone’s?”
    ~
    “I think I should come with you,” AJ said
from the bathroom doorframe.
    Millie shook her head and dabbed a smear of
pale gloss in the center of her lower lip. Two things she was sure
of. One, women’s magazines were full of it when they swore by the
trick she was trying. Pout? Yeah, right. Try stripe. And two, she’d
never get through dinner with AJ there. Her cellmate for this cupid
sentence would be far too distracting.
    “No.” She met his eyes by way of his
reflection. She didn’t dare do more. “Thanks, though.”
    The last thing she needed was to get lost in
those pale green eyes with less than fifteen minutes to get her
butt gone. Starry-eyed and in a twist would not help her negotiate
Brooke’s anger down. Plus Millie had a new plan. Maybe.
    “What will you tell her?”
    “I don’t know yet. I can’t exactly tell her
the truth, can I now?” Brooke , I stood you up to
break into your condo so I could find you true
love. Yeah. Right.
    “Not the whole truth, but some, yes. You
could.”
    What part? The part about Millie’s life
sentence by Heaven for “gross indifference” when she was her former
self, Kiki Kent? Millie gave AJ a look to tell him what she thought
of that idea.
    Thankfully, AJ didn’t push it. He left her
looking at the face in the mirror that, after three miserable
years, didn’t startle her so much anymore. She doubted it’d ever
feel like hers, though.
    When she thought of herself, she was still
Katherine Eleanor Kent, socialite celebri-tante. Kiki. Not the
mysteriously disappeared poor little rich girl, Kiki Kent, either.
Anyone born in the last four decades would know that scandal.
Anyone but her. She didn’t remember her actual disappearance. Only
afterwards, the being marched before God’s court of disapproving
angels area. Trial and sentence. Crime and punishment.
    Kiki, what have you done now ?, her
mother would scold. Millie didn’t know. One day she was on her way
to rendezvous with Glen Mitchum before his wife came home. The next
she was in golden cuffs. She was cited with gross indifference.
Apparently doing nothing in life is worse than doing wrong. By
never interfering in the toxic lives surrounding Kiki Kent, she got
here. Here sucked.
    Well, all of it except AJ. They were bound
together in their mutual sentences. He was far better a cupid than
she was, however, and if she didn’t match Brooke, AJ’d be
reassigned.
    Millie touched her belly where it ached over
the very idea. This Millie in the mirror was shorter than Kiki,
plumper, with an ass that had a mind of its own. Every cosmetic
trick in the book wouldn’t change what God had given Millie. No
dropping jaws when this entered a room. No champagne
promises. Maybe a table lamp to the floor if she wasn’t
careful.
    Why give her a different body? More
punishment? Or was utter lack of male attention supposed to help
somehow? Being desired came in handy. The right skirt and pouty
glance opened doors and closets. As Kiki, she’d have had this cupid
thing all sewn up and AJ in bed by now.
    AJ walked past the bathroom door. One molten
look from him instantly bolstered her self esteem. She let out a
long breath when he paused, shrugged and left her to finish what
was surely an act of desperation, if there ever was one. If only
all that sex exuding from every gorgeous pore was only meant for
her.
    It wasn’t. It was part of his own punishment,
his cupid magic developed over who knew how many years. He made his
matches, fast and easy, then was stuck with her until she either
got one right or Heaven intervened.
    At least he didn’t mind helping her. From the
start he’d tried to explain how it all worked. Going into wondrous
detail about the chemistry of human attraction, of hormonal
compatibility and how compounds met and evolved in mortal love.
Millie generally lost track right after