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?
The best thing about him kissing me last night is that I can finally say things like that aloud and stare at him until my heart is content.
“Thank you.” He quirks the corner of his mouth before letting his gaze trail down my body, pausing at the salami. “What’s going on with the meat stick?”
“Meat stick? Really?” It’s good to know that no matter how hot he looks, he’ll say things like that to bring me back to the reality that he’s human. A very hot, but still dorky, human. “It’s salami. I need a knife to slice it. You can open the rest of the packages so we can start building the board.”
He pulls a knife out of the drawer and puts it on the counter next to the cutting board I brought because I wasn’t sure he has one. “Would it be inappropriate to tell you how hot I think you are when you’re bossing me around?”
I roll up on my tiptoes and drop a chaste kiss on his lips. Because I can do that now too! Kissing is the best. “Considering I just referred to you as a zaddy in my head, I’m going to say no.”
“Zaddy?” he repeats after me before biting his lip and doing a terrible job at hiding his laughter.
“Anyways.” I glare at him. “Would there happen to be a spare Diet Coke in your fridge? You know I can’t work without one.”
“Maybe,” he says. “Let me check.”
He turns to walk away and as he does, Angela’s long legs and blonde hair flash in my mind. I know he’s said in the past that nothing is going on between them. But maybe he meant nothing like the nothing I’m reading into between us.
“Um, hey?” The confidence I felt only moments ago is gone and nerves have taken its place. I’m not saying I want to marry him or anything, but I would like to know if I’ve become an unintentional side chick. “I know you said nothing is going on between you and Angela, but the amount of sodas she forgets here says otherwise. Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you?”
“Angela? What? I work with Angela, she’s . . . well, I can’t really say what she is. But nothing has ever happened between me and her. I know me and you got off to a bad start, but I wouldn’t ever do what I did last night if I was seeing someone else.” He closes the fridge and walks back over to me to grab my hand. “Let me show you something.”
We hold hands as I follow him down the hallway and into his laundry room before he opens the door to his garage. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting more confused with every door he opens.