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Title: LUKE (West Bend Saints, #3)
Author: Sabrina Paige
Genre: New Adult
Release: August 2015
Luke Saint
F**k being good.
I won’t be tamed.
There are three things in life I’m damn good at: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires.
And definitely not with someone like Autumn Mayburn. She's uptight, smart-mouthed, and hell, she has a kid.
Did I mention she’s ten years older than me?
There are a million reasons I shouldn't touch her.
F**k all of those reasons.
The single mom with the smokin’ hot body and the sass to match is going to be mine.
Autumn Mayburn
There’s nothing on this earth I despise more than a bad boy.
Especially an infuriatingly cocky, womanizing, oozes-sex-from-every-pore bad boy.
I’m a mom. A businesswoman. I have responsibilities.
The last thing I need is to get laid and played by Luke Saint.
He thinks that just because he saved my orchard from a fire, he can tell me how to run it.
He thinks he knows what I need, what I crave.
The problem is, I think he might be right.
Luke looks down at me, his blue eyes flashing. "You're damn uppity for someone who needs something from me."
Someone who needs something from me. My mind flashes immediately to sex and I hate myself for it. "Uppity? I didn't ask you to come in here and cook. Or poke around my orchard."
He leans in close to me. Too close. I can smell him, soap and aftershave, clean and masculine. "I wasn't poking around," he says, his voice low. "And if I did, you wouldn't be complaining."
Heat rushes through me at the thought of Luke poking around anywhere, and I force the thought out of my head. "I don't need you. For the record."
The way he looks at me makes me blush even harder. "We both know that's not true, Red," he says.
"I don't," I say, unable to hide the irritation in my voice. "And this little charming flirting act of yours might work on girls your own age, but it doesn’t work on me."
Luke grins. "So you admit it's charming, then?"
"I said it was an act."
"You said charming," he says, pulling coffee from his bag. "Now, can you make coffee, or is your coffee just as crap as your food?"
I take the bag from his hand, groaning in frustration. "You don't have many friends, do you?"
"I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart," he says. "Why don't you make the coffee and then get out of my kitchen?"
"It's my kitchen," I say as I fill the pot with water. "And you're working for me. Apparently. Which we haven't even discussed. Aren't you concerned it's slightly inappropriate, cooking your employer breakfast?"
Luke walks up behind me, his hand on the side of the sink. His breath is warm on the back of my neck, and I swear that as soon as it hits my skin, I stop breathing. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, and the water overflows from the coffee pot, running down the sides of the glass and over my hands, but I don't move.
Luke reaches around me with his other hand, shutting off the water. His arm grazes my shoulder and sends a jolt of electricity runs through my body. "This is nowhere near inappropriate, Red," he whispers, his voice barely audible against my ear. "Inappropriate would be if I cooked you breakfast in the morning, after you came on my tongue the night before."
I swallow hard, my heart beating so fast I swear it's going to beat right out of my chest. Then he walks back to the counter, nonchalant like he didn't just talk about me coming on his tongue, and busies himself with preparing breakfast. I stand at the sink for a moment, my hand gripping the edge tightly, and when I glance over at him, he looks at me and winks.
Damn it, I think. Hiring him is a very bad idea.
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