The Seduction of Kinley Foster (What Happens in Vegas) Read Online Free PDF Page B

business.”
    “I heard your parents disinherited you after the fiasco with my brother.”
    He leaned back, stretching his legs out under the table. “I heard that rumor as well. And I also heard you started it.”
    She gave him a serene smile. One as fake as most of the eyelashes he’d seen today. “I didn’t, but only because I didn’t think to start that one.”
    He believed her. “The truth is I wanted a career the family name couldn’t buy me a position into.”
    She gave a bored sigh. “And what did that end up looking like?” She glanced at her pale, square nails. “ Wait. Don ’ t tell me. You ’re racing yachts for a living.” She picked up her drink and took a sip. “Am I right? That’s why you have that as your avatar.”
    “ I don ’t race yachts. But I find it interesting that you know what my Facebook avatar is. I thought you never looked me up…”
    She sputtered. “D-don’t get too puffed up. I only know because you commented on one of my brother’s posts. That does not count as looking you up. So if not a yacht racer, what?”
    He scooted his chair around the table so that they sat side by side. He wanted to see her reaction when he told her. “I became a literary agent.”
    Kinley choked on her drink, spewing it on him. She grabbed her napkin and dabbed at his chest, managing to spill more of her drink down his slacks. “Sorry.” She headed south with the napkin.
    He captured her hand, stopping her. The last thing he needed was for her to realize he had a hard-on with her name on it. “I’ m fine. ” He took the napkin and cleaned up the mess, watching her as he did.
    The blush from earlier traveled down her neck, drawing attention once again to her creamy cleavage. “I’ve ruined your suit,” her voice cracked. She fanned herself with her hand.
    “If you were any other woman, I’d think you did it on purpose to get me out of my clothes.” He loosened his silk tie and slipped it off, stuffing it in his pocket. “Why does my being a literary agent cause you to get all hot and spewy?”
    “I’m…” She stared at him for a long moment. “ I just don ’t see you as a reader.” Her voice was full of genuine shock. It deflated his ego like a pin to a balloon. “You honest to God read books other than Playboy?”
    “Voraciously.” Why was that so hard for her to believe? His love of reading started when he tried asking his dad what girls wanted, and the only advice he gave Ian was that every girl had a certain laugh to be leery of. A laugh that signals she’s about to hand you your balls on a silver platter. A platter you unknowingly gave her.
    End of advice.
    He hadn’t even been able to give him an example of what the laugh sounds like. Just learn it early and never forget it .
    The conversation with his father prompted Ian to steal several of Kinley’s romance books to read and try to figure out what girls wanted, and what the laugh his father told him to tattoo to his memory was all about. And wonder if any girl had ever given him that laugh and he’d missed recognizing it.
    The waitress came and set their meals down. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
    “We’d like another round of drinks,” Ian said.
    “And some ketchup,” Kinley added, glancing at her salmon.
    The waitress left.
    “I forgot your terrible habit of eating ketchup on everything,” he murmured before taking a bite of his eggplant napoleon.
    “I forgot everything about you,” she said, forking a piece of salmon. “So you’re telling me you have authors who let you represent them?”
    “They do.”
    Her brows furrowed. “Romance writers?” She took the ketchup from the waitress and dumped half the bottle on her plate.
    “Mostly writers of thrillers and espionage, but I also have romance authors on my list.”
    She slapped her palms down on the table. “Shut…up.”
    He took a sip of his drink. Smiled at two women walking by their table.
    She leaned back, crossing her arms