Wrong For You (Before You Series Book 3) by Lisa Cardiff Page B

her smooth, pale cheeks noticeably blushing. Obviously, he didn’t do a good job of hiding the direction of his thoughts.
    “Sit down, I’ll fix our plates.”
    She sat in one of the white chairs at the kitchen table.
    When he finished assembling their plates, he placed one in front of her. He leaned down, brushing her hair to the side and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the delicate skin of her neck, making it clear where he wanted this date to go. “Do you want another glass of wine?” he asked, inhaling her clean scent, letting it fill his lungs. She was so wholesome and happy, unlike him or any of the women he’d dabbled with in the past, but that wouldn’t stop him from pursuing her. Maybe that made him a bastard because anyone with eyes could see that he wasn’t good enough for her. He craved being with someone untainted by the evils of life and Little Violet was as untainted as anyone he’d ever met. If he were lucky, some of her goodness would rub off on him.
    She shook her head and he slipped into the chair across from her, waiting for her to try the food he made.
    When she lifted the first bite to her mouth, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The way her pretty little cupid’s bow closed around her fork made him think all kinds of thoughts that were better left unsaid. He cleared his throat. “Do you like it?”
    “It’s good. Really good.” She took a few more bites then set her fork down on her plate, studying him.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I just realized you cheated me out of the embarrassing story you promised in exchange for the popcorn debacle.”
    A trace of an amused smile grazed his lips. “I didn’t promise to tell you anything.”
    “Yes, you did.”
    “Nope. I promised to try to think of something. I tried and I failed. Sorry.” He shrugged.
    “You jerk!” She tossed her napkin at him. “I can’t believe you tricked me.”
    “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll think about it tonight and if I come up with something, I’ll share it.”
    “And if you don’t?”
    He sucked his lip ring into his mouth, taking pleasure in the fact that her eyes tracked every nibble, suck and swipe of his tongue. “I’ll make something up.”
    “It better be good.”
    He chuckled and shot her a wicked smile. “Little Violet, it’ll be good. I aim to please and I really want to please you…in every way possible.”
    Correctly interpreting his sexual reference, her eyes went wide. Maybe it was a little too much a little too fast, but if she wasn’t interested, she needed to say so now because he planned to get as much of Violet as he could over the next few weeks before he went back to his real life. The real Alec didn’t deserve someone like Violet, but that didn’t mean the Alec he was pretending to be for now couldn’t have her. As long as she understood that this would be a short fling and she had no expectations for the future, everything would be fine.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
    When Alec finished eating, she gathered their plates, scraped off the food and dumped them in the kitchen sink. Now that Alec had hinted more than once that he wanted to take this thing between them beyond friends or acquaintances, she was having second thoughts. What did she know about him? Not much other than she liked it when he looked at her as though he wanted to devour her in one bite.
    In fact, she didn’t get why he’d be interested in someone like her, except for wanting to change things up a little. He seemed like the type to have a glamorous woman on his arm, all made up in a flashy low cut dress at some music event for the agency where he worked. She, on the other hand, preferred jeans and hiking boots, and if she bothered to put on makeup, it consisted of lip-gloss and few swipes of mascara.
    Just then, she felt his heavy hands come down on her shoulders, her back pressed against his chest.
    “Little Violet,” he mumbled against her neck, both the