Taming His Tutor (Entangled Brazen) Read Online Free PDF

inflection, the smile… And for once in her life she’d nailed it.
    His eyes narrowed on her. “You do?”
    She didn’t like the grin quirking his lips—it looked a little too amused. “Sure.”
    “Because that’s yours?” He glanced at the vibrator. “That’s your ‘firsthand’?”
    Ugh . Abbi turned on her seat and quickly covered the big pink superstar with yet another article. Too late, she noticed the headline read “Bondage: A Beginner’s Guide.”
    She cleared her throat and spun her chair back to face him. “I have lots of products to test.”
    “You always were big on research, backing up your facts, using lots of strategies to work things out,” he said softly. “People sometimes don’t realize how creative a math genius can be.”
    Oh God, she was blushing even more. Creative? She so wasn’t creative. Scott had insisted she was duller than an inflatable doll as he walked out the door.
    “So you’re confident in the advice you’re giving them?” Joe asked.
    “Absolutely,” she lied, her last remnants of pride helping her.
    “Absolutely,” he echoed. Then he flashed his so-sexy broad smile full-beam at her. “I’d love to see that in action.” He turned and rested his hip on the edge of her desk. “You know there’s a game tonight. Why don’t you come along?”
    She frowned. Come along to what game? Then it dawned on her. “The baseball game?” Baseball freak she wasn’t, but even she knew the San Francisco Giants were playing for the pennant. There wasn’t a ticket left in town.
    “That’s the one.” He grinned. “I’ve got tickets to a corporate box—you know, drinks, snacks, and a great view.” He winked.
    She had the great view in front of her already, and given that wink, he knew it. She tried to process his words: ticket, drinks…more view? Did he mean he wanted her to go with him? Like on a date or something?
    No way. Surely not. Hell no…
    But how was a girl supposed to think when Joe Fuller was looking that hotly at her?
    “It would be the perfect venue to test your data, don’t you think?” He studied her. “You’re going to need quite some moves to distract a man from his ball game.”
    Abbi blinked at his words, the way his voice had lowered. And the penny finally dropped.
    This was a dare . This was Joe “Always Gotta Win” Fuller daring her. And she was melting quicker than a snowflake in the sun.
    “I can pick you up,” Joe invited in an easy tone. “Or you can meet me at the corporate entrance, an hour before the game.”
    She might have managed five seconds of flirt, but a whole evening? And somehow prove her “man-eating” abilities to this ultimate playboy?
    Never gonna happen.
    “Unless you’re afraid,” he taunted.
    How did his words have such an effect on her? She was searing like a steak on a grill and she couldn’t turn down the strength.
    “Abbi.” Joe bent down so his eyes were level with hers and spoke slowly, each word branded onto her sizzling skin. “I want you to come.”

Chapter Four
    “Body language, and most of all eye contact, makes all the difference.”
    He wanted. Her. To come.
    And she? She wanted to obey. She wanted exactly that. Yeah, she really wanted. But all she could do was stare up at him—like she was some mindless puppet.
    “I’ll meet you at the gate an hour before. Don’t be late.”
    It was a full thirty seconds after he’d disappeared down the stairs before Abbi swiveled her chair 180 degrees and found Nadia peeking over her partition, her expression rapt.
    “Vixen Abbi,” Nadia murmured in a temptress whisper. “He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wants you. To come.”
    At this rate, that wasn’t going to be a problem. She only had to think of his face to almost get off. Hell—could the fates finally be on her side? Give her a night to remember?
    “I didn’t even answer him.” She was that useless.
    “Words weren’t necessary.” Nadia fanned her cheeks with a wink.
    Abbi