Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“I’m not a liar. At least, I’m not lying now.” His fingertips sneak beneath the hem of my sweatshirt and start to draw lines across my back. “I was definitely lying when I told you you weren’t my type. I was having a shit day and I was dreading meeting with the suit Mahler was sticking me with. The last thing I needed was him to walk in while I was flirting with a beautiful woman when I was supposed to be focused on damage control. And I only stopped the kiss because you seemed pretty drunk and I didn’t want you to regret anything the next day.”
The little bit of breath I have left leaves with a whoosh as I try to reevaluate our entire relationship.
“But you hated me.” There is no way he wanted to kiss me this entire time. He didn’t want to be in the same room as me, let alone stick his tongue in my mouth.
“You hated me. You made it clear from the beginning you thought I was an entitled asshole,” he corrects me. “I’d be lying if I said I liked you all the time at the beginning, but things have changed over this last month. I consider you to be one of my friends.”
“Friends?” I laugh as I rock my hips against the bulge that hasn’t gone down at all. “You treat all your friends like this?”
“No,” he says, but he’s not laughing. “I don’t.”
“Good.” I lean in and touch my lips to his, unable to bite back my smile that Quinton Howard Junior likes me likes me. “I don’t either.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He pulls his hands out of my sweatshirt before grabbing onto my butt and standing up, keeping me attached to him. “Now let’s go get snacks so I can see what this movie is about and sneak some more kisses.”
And just like that, this is no longer the first Halloween without my dad, but the first Halloween I have with Quinton.
And there’s kissing.
Lots and lots of kissing.
He may have filled the ache in my heart, but he also created a new one between my legs. But I’m okay with that.
Twenty-eight
I was this close to blowing off being an adult and spending the night at Quinton’s house last night when I remembered I had to meet with Mr. Mahler to look at venues and hopefully get the details needed so I can plan this event.