Unmasking Charlotte (a Taboo Love series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

with white guys , and I’ve never had a problem. But I wanted to give this guy a try and apparently I can’t do it. So that’s why I’m staying away from Calvin. Because I know that if I let him near me, I’m going to freak out like I did before. I feel like such a fool,” I say softly.
    Delilah reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. “You’ve been traumatized, but you don’t know for a fact that you will freak out with Calvin. You won’t know unless you give him a chance.”
    “LaL a, I can’t. If that happens to me with Calvin, and he tells Nick and Parker, I will die of mortification,” I croak.
    “Calvin is not that kind of guy, Charlie,” Delilah chides softly.
    I wave that away. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not even going to put myself in that position again.”
    “Calvin is not DeShawn,” my best friend says, her hazel eyes sympathetic as she looks at me from across the table.
    “I know that, my body knows that, but my brain doesn’t care.” I sigh in aggravation.
    Delilah nods in understanding. “I wish you would have told me sooner.”
    “I know. I’m sorry LaLa.” I frown.
    She gives me a small smile. “I still love you,” she teases.
    “Gee, thanks.” I snort and go back to eating my Panini.
    When our hour is up, Delilah and I make our way toward the door. I get a refill on my coffee before heading out. I walk out first, my head turned so that I can say something to Delilah, who is behind me. What I don’t see is the guy walking into the coffee shop at the same time. I walk smack dab into a wall of muscle, knocking me back. My coffee knocks up and pretty much pours straight down the front of my shirt. God dammit!
    I gasp as the hot liquid scalds my skin. Delilah is pissing herself laughing behind me. I bend forward slightly so that my shirt doesn’t stick to me, and the guy that I walked into is apologizing like crazy. His voice is really familiar, I know that I’ve heard it before. I look up to see Calvin King in front of me, looking distraught.
    “Aww , shit, Charlotte. I didn’t even see you! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” he asks, grabbing a bunch of napkins off the station next to the door where you can fix your coffee with cream and sugar.
    “Other than my skin me lting off, I’m fine,” I mutter bitterly.
    Calvin starts dabbing at my chest with the wad of napkins. He starts just under my chin and works his way down. I don’t even think he realizes what he’s doing, but at the moment he is wiping the napkins over my breasts. The fire returns , and this time it’s not from the coffee. I snatch the napkins away from him.
    “I got it, thanks,” I snap.
    Calvin winces. “Shit, sorry.”
    I start wiping at my ruined shirt. There is no way I can go back to work like this. I glance up to see Calvin staring at my chest. I snap my fingers in front of his face.
    “Yo, asshole, eyes up here,” I say, pointing to my eyes with two fingers.
    Calvin blinks and a slight blush actually creeps up onto his cheeks. Instead of apologizing again, this time he seems obstinate. “Dammit, Charlotte, I can see your bra through your shirt.”
    I drop my head down to look at my shirt. Sure enough, I can see my pink lace bra. I curse and glance at Delilah, who is leaning against the coffee station with her legs crossed as she continues to cackle. Wench.
    “You need to cover up. Take my shirt, you can’t walk around the city like that,” Calvin says as he starts to unbutton his shirt.
    “What? No! Then you won’t have a shirt!” I squawk.
    Calvin smirks. “First off, I’m a guy, I can walk around with no shirt, and second, I have on a wife beater. You are not walking around New York City like that so every horny guy can see what you got under there.”
    He sli ps out of his green plaid short-sleeved button down shirt, revealing a massive chest and biceps. He holds it out for me. My eyes rake over him from head to toe. I falter slightly when I get to the front of his jeans. Is that