Free Naughty Tonight by Alyssa Brooks

Prologue
     
    Score one, Kim! The orange that was supposed to be part of her dinner—as if she could eat now—pitched through the air, across the kitchen, landing in a perfect dunk in a plastic bowl on the counter. The bowl rattled and rolled, mimicking her heart. Shit, yeah!
    Sparks shimmied over her skin and Kim Thomas could barely keep from screaming as the man on the phone rattled off details…details she really should be gluing to memory. If she could think straight.
    Seriously, the Eagles! The Eagles, the Eagles, the Eagles!
    She’d dreamed…hoped…prayed. Even blew dandelion wishes on it. But never once had she ever dared imagine she’d actually land a full-time paid internship in any major league’s media department.
    Holy smokes! The Eagles!
    “So what do you say, Kim? Ready to join our team?”
    Kim opened her mouth with a big fat yes …and just then in strutted Jackson. Tall, lithe and tan in nothing but blue jeans. Wheat-colored hair still falling in wet waves at his nape from the shower he’d just taken. Jackson.
    She’d have to leave him. Be two hours apart from her best friend in the whole world.
    But not her lover, need she remind herself?
    Oh, but how she wished…
    A knot crawled into her throat as Jackson crooked an eyebrow and mouthed, “Who’s that?”
    Kim turned her back—she had to, lest she lose the words in her throat. “Wow, I’m really flattered and so thrilled. But I didn’t quite expect to hear so soon on this. Today’s Thursday…do you think I can have the weekend to think things over?”
    “Sure, sure, you’ve got my number. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.”
    Aching inside, Kim thanked her potential new boss and hung up, turning back to Jackson. “That was just some guy wanting to go out.”
    If she told him the truth, he’d never let her turn the job down.
    But if she could get him to kiss her…to love her… She’d forget about it in a heartbeat.
    “Some guy? Who?” Suddenly, those whiskey eyes burned—she could swear from his demanding tone he was jealous—then just as quickly he averted his gaze. “Hey, wanna go grab some pizza and beer?”
    Four days. She had four days to change everything between them—or decide to move on.

Chapter One
     
    Tonight was it. If it killed her, Kim was making a move.
    Now or never.
    “Courage,” she commanded. “You can do this.” Arching on tiptoe, she used the small powder room mirror to awkwardly apply a coat of shimmery mauve to her lips, knowing she’d need all the help she could get.
    There, almost… Misplaced lipstick edged the rim of her lips and she wiped it into line, stepping back to survey the result.
    “Not so bad…” she told herself.
    Normally ponytailed, the long golden hair she’d brushed to shining draped freely in waves and huge, petrified brown eyes stared back. Her blouse rode awkwardly on her shoulders, making her yearn for a soft, comfy, broke-in tee rather than this starched straitjacket, which hinted subtly at her cleavage and was far too cotton candy pink.
    Pink. She hadn’t worn this color since she was four and her mother forced her into a frilly dress for Easter. Subsequently, she’d covered it in chocolate bunny and green dandruff shampoo that didn’t get out the stain.
    Right about now she’d rather be in that dress. At least it covered her chest.
    Nerves drumming, Kim tugged the shirt into place then forced an alluring smile. With her blushed cheeks, it came out looking more like a clowny grimace.
    “Crap.” Maybe she was better off just being her natural, nude-lipped tomboy self…but the thought incited a strangled groan. “As if that’s working…”
    Whether she was pretty or not, Jackson was used to trendy divas fresh out of the fashion magazine. Always perfect sluts—ahem, beauties.
    Kim, on the other hand, was a whopping five-two, whose greatest claim to dressing up was dark denim, who, up to today, hadn’t applied makeup since her prom a decade ago—which