EXCERPT ONE
“Are
you twenty-one?” he asked.
I
arched an eyebrow. “Depends, are we talking birth certificate age or fake ID
age?”
“Underage.”
He shook his head.
“Nineteen,”
I said. “Which is far from underage unless you’re some narc.”
My eyes widened. “Oh, god. You’re not a cop, are you?” Getting arrested a week
before starting my second year of college. That would be one for the books.
Lock-up would be NOTHING compared to the wrath I’d face at home once I got out.
“Do
I look like a cop?”
“No,”
I said. He didn’t strike me as a guy who’d be at home in a police precinct. No
way. He practically had Parental Disapproval tattooed on his
forehead. And god only knew where else. Which only made me like him more. “But
maybe you’re one of those bad boy undercover narcs,” I teased.
His
eyes darkened. “Definitely not.”
“Good.
Then buy me a drink.”
He
studied me for a moment, then sighed. “What would you like?”
And
in that moment I realized that no drink sounded appetizing. Not a single one.
Even the goodies in my purse weren’t going to cut it.
All
I wanted was him.
“What’s
your name?” I said.
“Dare.”
“Dare?
Your name is Dare?” How…odd. And so incredibly fitting.
“Yeah.”
He shrugged. “Take it or leave it.”
Oh,
I was going to take the Dare. Hell yes.
“I’m
Reagan.”
Then
he did something that took me by surprise. His features softened and he broke
into a smile as he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Reagan.” God, the way
my name sounded on his tongue turned me on so much. I wanted that tongue on me.
Seriously. “So…what would you like?”
“You.”
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EXCERPT TWO
“What
are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Aside
from rejoicing about escaping your wrath?”
He
laughed. “Naturally.”
“Homework.”
I groaned. “Oh, and trying to find the most creative way to get out of a
meeting with my father’s political advisors.”
“Sounds
serious.”
“It
is.” Too serious. Already I was sick of it and they hadn’t even gotten started.
“What do you think about the tried and true I-got-abducted-by-aliens excuse?”
He
thought for a moment. “Too cliché.”
“A
mugging in Central Park?”
“Too
brutal. But believable,” he said. “How about going for something simpler. Like
telling them you’re too busy having dinner with an incredibly talented cook?”
I
laughed. “They’d never buy it. I don’t know any of those.”
“Well,
you only currently know him as an incredibly talented something else.” I could
hear the mischievous smirk in Dare’s voice.
“Oh,
THAT guy.” He was so incredibly talented I could feel my cheeks heat at the
mere thought of the things we’d done last night.
“Yeah,
that guy would like to thank you for lending him your car.”
I
frowned. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” It wasn’t just the political meeting. It was
Dare. I’d already spent more time with him than any other guy in years. What
was worse, I liked it. I hadn’t wanted to leave his apartment this morning.
Dinner.
It just wasn’t a smart move.
“Well,
if you change your mind, I’m making my famous mac and cheese,” he said. “It
sounds simple, but it’s a secret recipe that I promise will be worth your
time.”
“You’re
really cooking? By yourself? With your own hands?”
“Yeah,
I gave my chef the week off.” He laughed. “Don’t worry, Princess. My gardener
and maid are still here. So if your driver—”
“Once
again, that’s not what I meant!” Still, I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s just
that no one has ever offered to cook for me.” I’d been on countless dates to
fancy restaurants with world famous chefs, but cooking at home? Never.
“Honestly, I’ve never even had mac and cheese.”
“What?”
he said. “Never?”
“Nope.”
My parents had fed me foiegras when most kids got mac and cheese.
“Then
it’s decided. You’re coming over. I’m going to change your life.”
“Do
you want to stir the cheese sauce while I do the pasta?” Dare asked.
I
was watching him work from across the counter—a safe distance from the food,
but close enough I could enjoy the view. Him cooking for me was so freaking
sexy.
“I
don’t know how to cook,” I said. “I don’t want to mess it up.”
He
laughed. “There’s very little you can do to mess this up, Ree.”
I
shook my head and raised my arms in protest. “I really can’t.”
Turning
from the stove, he grabbed my hands and pulled me from the stool. He brought me
around to stand in front of him, my back to his chest.
“It’s
easy.” He placed his hands over mine, interlocking our fingers. “And I’m a
really good teacher,” he whispered in my ear as he guided my fingers around the
handle of the wooden spoon. “Hold on and move it in circles.”
There
was a tattoo of a paintbrush on the inside of his forearm, the bristles
pointing toward his palm, and it pressed against my skin as he began to move.
“Nice
and slow.” His voice caressed my ear and sent shivers through me. “Just like
that.”
Oh,
god. I bit down on my lip. Was cooking always this hot? Or was it
just my teacher who made it so erotic?
“So
you’ve really never cooked a single thing in your life?” He nipped my ear as he
spoke and I couldn’t keep from moaning.
I
shook my head. “It’s embarrassing, I know. You don’t have to say anything.”
His
body vibrated against my back.
“Are
you laughing at me?”
“I’m
laughing at the situation. I’m not only taking your mac and cheese virginity,
but also your culinary one.” His voice dropped to a husky low as he said, “I
better make this a meal to remember.”
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EXCERPT FOUR
The
light of early morning sunshine woke me. Or maybe it was the heat of Dare’s
gaze. I felt it on me before I even opened my eyes. It was a weird
sensation—both familiar and unnerving. Slowly lifting my eyelids, I found him
sitting on an armchair off to the side of the bed, watching me sleep.
No,
not watching. Drawing.
Eyebrows
knitted together and lips pursed in deep concentration, his gaze flitted from
me to the sketchpad propped on his bent knee. His hand moved across the surface
and the only sound in the apartment was that of pencil on paper. Up and down
and side to side, with long, sweeping strokes.
It
sounded beautiful. And almost made me forget where I was.
In
bed.
Naked.
After
a night of mac and cheese and Dare.
My
body was sprawled across the bed, the sheets partially kicked off, exposing one
leg, full chest, stomach, and part of my hip bone. One arm was under my head,
the other rested in front of my breasts.
My
very, very naked breasts.
I
grabbed for the covers.
“Don’t
move.” Dare’s voice broke through the silence. “Leave it. You’re too beautiful
to hide,” he said, turning his sketchpad so I could see his drawing.
“Is
that really how you see me?” I looked like a sleeping goddess. The one thing
that stood out the most was the tiny, content smile on my face. Was I really
that peaceful in my sleep?
“It’s how you are, Ree.”
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