Read Made: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boy Games) for Free Online

under my skin and doing dirty things to me.
    As I realize I’m doing a pretty good job of staring right back at him, he grins. It’s an insolent, heavy-lidded kind of grin that says he knows exactly who he is and what he wants to do to me and how much I’m going to like it. Part of me wants to act offended like I’m not that kind of girl.
    Get a grip, Brooke , tonight you are that girl.
    Desire slams into me. I want him.
    Underneath the craving, a slow beat of need, deep and hot, coils in my gut and before I’m quite aware of it, all kinds of images are tumbling through my mind—most of them involving the two of us, a lot of nakedness and sexy times.
    He closes the distance between us, weaving his way through the crowd with the kind of skill that tells me he’s no stranger to this place. All the while, that hot stare never leaves me. Talk about deer in the headlights; I couldn’t move out of his way even if I wanted to, which I do not. I focus on every detail about him. The European cut of his suit that screams custom-made because off-the-rack would never fit those shoulders; the slight sheen to the dark gray silk and the way it moves over his powerful body; the startling white of his crisp shirt; the contrast of the subtle lavender tie that couldn’t look metrosexual on him if it tried. Tracking the specifics about him keep me grounded, breathing steadily.
    When he nears, I notice a bump in the middle of his nose that makes me think he broke it when he was a kid. Somehow the effect only makes him more attractive if a little rough around the edges. The planes of his face aren’t handsome, but they’re compelling, and he pulses with undeniable sex appeal. I notice the smidge of flesh-toned plastic tucked into his right ear.
    Which makes him an employee. The hottest guy in the room singles me out of the crowd only it turns out he’s security. Disappointment cascades through me.
    Figures.
    This is how things always work out for me. Caylee gets the fairy tale; I get a rent-a-cop in an expensive suit. I can’t decide if it’s props for me that he’s hot or if that’s a cosmic joke sort of like the universe dangling before me everything I want but will never have.
    “I believe you’re holding on to something that doesn’t belong to you.” His voice is deep and rich and skates over my nerves. His words confirm my suspicions. Only what have I done?
    Just be cool and act innocent, maybe a little dumb.
    “Please give me the phone.”
    I place my empty cocktail stem on a nearby table and hold up the small beaded bag I borrowed from Caylee. “Phone? You think I have it? In here? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I make a show of fumbling with it. “There’s not much room. I’ve got my lipstick and my—”
    He reaches, and I think he’s going to take my bag. Instead, his thick fingers curl around my hand from beneath. When his skin makes contact with mine, an electric current leaps between us, silencing my patter of nonsense. I stumble backward a step. He doesn’t let go. It’s a good thing he’s holding on because in these heels I’m not used to wearing, I wobble, and he catches me.
    Then he’s holding me close. My breasts press against his hard chest. He grins again, flashing perfectly even and very white teeth. Heat radiates from him, burning through my dress and burrowing inside me, warming me in ways I’ve forgotten about but need so freaking much. A jolt of pure lust arrows from my breasts to the growing heat between my legs.
    All I can think is that he’s gorgeous. Not in a movie star kind of way, but in a rough, masculine sense that makes every feminine thing in my body jump up and down like cheerleaders at the Super Bowl.
    With the edge of his thumb, he traces the line of my jaw. “You have no idea what I’ve been saying, do you?”
    I realize he’s been talking all this time, but I haven’t been paying attention to his words. “Do what?” My breaths grow shallower by the