Baiting Him Read online Aurora Rose Reynolds (How to Catch an Alpha #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: How to Catch an Alpha Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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“Yeah, just family stuff.”

“You sure? That sounded pretty intense.”

“I’m sure you understand better than most people how crazy family stuff can be.”

“Yeah,” he agrees softly, studying me and still looking concerned, which kills because it makes me like him that much more. “Do you want me to go?”

No, I want to say, but I ignore that urge. I need time to think, time to figure out what I’m feeling. So instead I say, “I’m sorry. It’s late, and I have to be up early.”

He nods in understanding, and my insides twist with disappointment, but I ignore that feeling too and head toward the door. Without looking, I know he’s following, and once I open the door I keep my eyes on my feet, because I won’t be able to stomach another of his worried looks.

“Thank you for dinner; it was delicious.”

Without warning, he wraps his warm, strong hand around the side of my neck, and his fingers apply pressure to my chin, forcing my eyes up to meet his. “Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t just goodbye, but goodbye?”

My jaw aches as I fight to keep an unexpected wave of tears at bay. I don’t know anyone else who can read me so easily, and it really sucks that he seems to be able to, even after knowing me such a short time. “I think the fact you’re leaving means goodbye is the correct word to say.”

“Don’t try to be cute. You know exactly what I’m saying,” he growls, and my pulse speeds up. I attempt to pull away from his grasp, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. Instead, his fingers tighten; then his other hand grips my hip firmly, keeping me in place and anchoring me to him as his eyes bore into mine. “No. No fucking way am I going to allow you to tangle me in your web that smells like cupcakes and frosting and then just walk away without knowing if I’ll see you again.”

“I’m not trying to tangle you in my web,” I deny shakily.

“You didn’t have to try. I got caught all on my own.” His thumb skims my jaw. “I don’t want to be free, but this isn’t just about me, sweetheart. I need to know you want me where I am.”

I block him out the only way I can. I close my eyes, needing just a few seconds to wrap my mind around what he’s saying. I can still hear my mom’s plea in the back of my mind, but the feeling inside my chest—the one telling me to take a chance on this guy who puts me at ease, turns me on, and makes me laugh—is louder.

“You’ll see me again,” I tell him quietly while opening my eyes.

“When?”

“Whenever you have time,” I say, figuring he has a business to run, so it should be a few days before I see him again. And hopefully by then, I’ll have talked to Leah, and she’ll have helped me sort through my emotions.

“Tomorrow?”

Crap. So much for my plan. Then again, maybe not. “I’m having dinner with my mom tomorrow.” I use the only lifeline I have.

“Come to my place after.”

“I . . .” I start to tell him it might be late and that I will most likely be too tired to drive anywhere.

“Did I forget to mention I live in this building?”

“What?” I stare at him with wide eyes.

“I’m ten floors above you. After you have dinner with your mom, come up. We’ll talk and hang out for a while before I leave for work.”

“You live in this building?” I’m shocked, and my voice reflects that.

“Yeah.”

“But I’ve never seen you before.”

He smirks, pressing his forehead to mine. “Sweetheart, thousands of people live here. I’m just one of those thousands.”

He’s right, but you’d think I would have noticed him at some point—especially since he’s so obviously . . . noticeable. “I guess you’re right,” I say, and he smirks again.

“Now tell me I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“You’re relentless.” I sigh, trying to sound put out, when I actually feel kind of elated he’s so set on spending time with me.

“You’re right, especially when I see something I want. Now make this easy on yourself and tell me what I want to hear.”

A shiver slides up my spine, and my voice is breathy when I give him the response he wants. “You’ll see me tomorrow night.”

“Good.” His thumb tugs down on my chin ever so slightly; then his lips press against mine. When his tongue touches the inner edge of my bottom lip, I lean in, and he groans before he releases me. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Feeling a little off balance from the kiss and his sudden pulling away, I nod. He grins, and my knees actually shake. “Night, sweetheart.”


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