When He Reads to Me Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, Forbidden, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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“I’ve slept on worse.” He shrugs.

I bite my lip and shift my gaze away from him. “Or my bed,” I manage to say. It feels like a pin could drop, and everyone would hear it. I wasn’t sure if I was going to offer him that, but after seeing him, I knew I would. He steps closer—one step is all he takes—and he invades my space.

“Which do you prefer?” he asks, the timbre of his voice low and sexy, and I shiver.

“My room.”

He sweeps a hand in that direction and says, “Lead the way.” I can feel him behind me as I open the door and step inside. He follows me in and places his bag on the floor in front of the bed.

“Lissie,” Letti calls, and I poke my head out of the bedroom door to see her opening the fridge. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten because I was too nervous. Can we eat?”

“Yep, let me get changed. There’s a cute Mexican restaurant down the road within walking distance that serves the best tacos.” I smile, and she claps her hands and runs to her room. She is so happy that it makes me warm inside.

I go back into my room and shut the door behind me, and I see Milo sitting on the edge of the bed. As I walk to my closet, I feel the heat of his stare all over me. It’s like fire licking my skin but it’s too dangerous to touch. I unbutton my top and discard it in my laundry basket, then I do the same with my skirt, shimming it down my legs, before removing my stockings. Now, all I have left on is a matching pink G-string and bra. I don’t dare turn around as I reach for a clean shirt. Slipping it on, I turn for my drawers and pull out a pair of jeans, and it’s then I see his dark, hooded eyes locked on me.

“Dangerous game, Pretty Lady,” he growls, standing, his hands at his sides and his tongue sliding over his teeth.

“I remember how you like to play games.” I wink at him before I pull on my jeans.

“Only with you.” He lifts a hand to touch me, but he stops with it in mid-air before he lets it drop. I hoped he would touch me. He glances at the closed door. “We should go. Your friend is hungry and can be very annoying when she wants something.” He saunters to the door and holds it open, those ravenous eyes assessing me, eating me up.

“Are you hungry?” I ask him, and his hand tightens on the handle as he looks me dead in the eye.

“That’s a loaded question,” he answers as Letti appears.

“You two ready? I’m starving.” I give a quick “yep” and grab my jacket as Milo waits for me. Walking past him, I catch his sandalwood scent—it floats everywhere around him.

Leading us out, I shut and lock the door, and then we make our way down the street to the restaurant. Letti places an order without even looking at the menu, including drinks, as soon as we’re seated.

“Everything going good with you two?” I ask Mason and Letti.

Mason pulls her into a one-armed hug and kisses the top of her head. “Yep. Though I know to never fly with her again. She’s a freak,” he says, making her face go red.

“I’m not that bad.” She looks to Milo for help, and he holds up his hand and turns it over, revealing claw marks. Letti’s eyes go wide, and she covers her mouth. “Okay, well, maybe the next time, it won’t be as bad.”

“I don’t think it works like that.” Mason chuckles. “I thought Lissie was exaggerating when she said you were a bad flier, but I stand corrected.”

I disguise my smile by covering my mouth, knowing she was terrible to fly with.

Our food and drinks arrive shortly after. Mason and Lissie are across from Milo and me. I notice Milo’s hands on the table, both of them closed in fists as Mason speaks, and not once does he look my way.

“So, tell us. Letti mentioned some of the things you’ve been up to, but not everything.” Mason smiles as Letti puts a taco to her mouth and bites into it.

“Family, work.”

I feel Milo’s eyes on me.

“How’s the club? I haven’t asked because, to be honest, I didn’t want to. But have you found Cody?” My question is directed at both Milo and Mason.

Neither answers me.

Milo picks up his cell and starts sending messages. I say nothing more on the subject as we continue to eat our food and make small talk.

Milo doesn’t ask me anything at all.

And to say I’m getting a little annoyed with him would be an understatement.

His cell dings a few times throughout dinner, and he doesn’t excuse himself once or ignore it; he just continues to pick it up and type. I don’t bother asking him who he’s speaking to. I just sit there, getting angrier and angrier. At one point, Letti tries to bring him into the conversation. He nods, and that’s as good as it gets. I know Mason won’t say anything because, technically, Milo is his boss, though I’m not really sure how all that works. I just know that despite him being the big, scary man that everyone thinks he is, to me, he never has been.


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