Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

Run to in a thunderstorm? Good grief. She must be losing her mind with a thought like that. Brynn did not do run to scenarios. That wasn’t who she was. Still, she couldn’t ignore the masculinity that emanated off his body in waves.
    “Um,” Brynn mumbled. “Excuse me,” she said with an unexpected lack of confidence as she addressed the back of the man who had yet to turn around. “Are you looking for me?”
    She’d taken him by surprise, creeping up on him while his back was turned. She could tell by the way his head snapped up as she spoke and the speed with which he spun around. Not only did her confidence flee, when she got a good look at him up close, so did all her active brain cells. He was, in a word, gorgeous. Feeling like an interrogation light was shining in her face, she was frozen by the intensity of the hazel eyes boring into hers. What language did she speak? Brynn couldn’t remember. The sounds buzzing in her brain all sounded like gibberish, and she couldn’t form two consecutive coherent words to save her life.
    They stood there silently staring at each other until she saw him blink several times and shake his head. He looked as stunned as she felt.
    “Are you the owner of the bakery?” the man questioned. His voice, low and deeply masculine, vibrated in her chest.
    Was she? Damn. She couldn’t remember. All she could think about was Amy’s taunt about wiping up her drool once she got a good look at the mystery man in her shop. She hadn’t been kidding.
    Remembering who she was in time to save the encounter from falling apart in an explosion of nerves, she flung her hand out for him to shake in a jerky arc noticing the remnants of flour on her skin too late to do anything about it.
    “Yes I am. My name is Brynn Baron-Wilde, and you are…”
    When he didn’t accept her handshake or say anything, Brynn felt like a complete idiot. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “Is there something wrong?”
    She watched as he inhaled and the massive chest beneath his broad shoulders expanded. Drool cup, anyone?
    Responding to her offered handshake in a sort of stunned slow motion, she bit back a gasp when his big, warm hand curled around hers. A bolt of lightning shot up her arm, straight into her neck.
    “No, no. Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “You surprised me, that’s all. I was expecting…or rather, I wasn’t expecting a woman.”
    Brynn instantly bristled at his remark. Just fucking great. Nothing cancelled the drool faster than a condescending chauvinist. Swiftly pulling her hand from his grasp she pursed her lips and stared him down.
    “Well, sorry to disappoint.” Her tone all but spelled out a distinctive fuck you, buddy. “I’m really quite busy so if you’d state your business, I’d appreciate it.” She had gone from intrigued to annoyed in a heartbeat. The asshole hadn’t even told her his name yet.
    She wondered if her displeasure got through to him when he took a step back and looked around the shop at everything except her. After a tense, silent minute he tried a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and nodded at her acknowledgment of his lack of manners.
    “Please forgive me Ms. Wilde. I don’t normally eat my own foot but you did take me by surprise. It’s not every day a guy meets a business owner with such, uh … presence.” He punctuated the statement by wiping his hand on his black jeans leaving a faint trail of white from the floury handshake.
    “My name is Jackson Merrill. Please call me Jax. Perhaps your father told you I’d be stopping by?”
    Call him Jax? Not a chance. She detested being made to feel like her gender defined who she was. There was no way she had time for any of this bullshit—whatever it was. “No, he did not Mr. Merrill. As I’ve said, I’m really quite busy…”
    The man in black looked decidedly uncomfortable when she snapped out the terse reply to the question about her father. If he had been sent by her dad, she was going to