Free Love Reflection (Entwined Hearts #1) by Maria Macdonald Page B

again. The idea of not having her in my life anymore makes me want to punch the wall, repeatedly. I shake my head, as though by doing that I’ll be able to clear the thoughts.
    The intercom buzzes, letting me know the car is here to take me to meet the guys at the local bar. Time for some food and some drink. Anything to forget. I stare down at myself, making sure I look presentable. I barely remember what I’ve done today, so I’m pleased to see I have fresh clothes on which includes black jeans, black biker boots and a dark grey Henley. That must mean I had a shower, although I can’t remember much past the last forty-five minutes, which I spent staring out the window. I grab my keys, wallet and phone, slam the door shut and jog down the stairwell.
    The one thing I love most about this building in the gym in the basement. I’m sure I’ve spent nearly every spare moment in there since I arrived. I’ve been meaning to find a local kickboxing class to join. Just to keep myself fresh. Until then, I keep myself fit in the gym and when I haven’t had time to get to the gym I jog down the stairs. However, seeing as I don’t want to arrive at the bar a sweaty mess I stop ten floors down and take the lift.
    When stepping out of the stairwell, panting slightly, I smile at a petite brunette who’s waiting for the lift too. She must only be about five-foot-three, her brown hair is slightly wavy and she’s wearing skin tight blue jeans with some kind of floaty green top that seems to flap about everywhere, but clings to her breasts, showing off how large they are. I realise I’m looking at her tits, so I quickly avert my eyes making sure to look at her face. She’s smiling at me. Strange. She must’ve known I was looking at her inappropriately, still, she doesn’t seem to mind.
    “Hey, you all right?” I ask and watch her eyes widen and then light with fire. I know that look, I’ve gotten it a lot since I moved over here. American women seem to love the British accent.
    “Hi there, love the accent,” she purrs.
    “Thanks,” I smirk, knowing what she wants. Yeah, so that might make me a jerk, but being the good guy didn’t get me where I want to be. Although, I was only ever the ‘good guy’ with Pea.
    “Okay, so I’m just going to throw this out there. Why did you come out of the stairwell?” she questions just as the elevator chimes and we get on. She presses the ground floor button and the doors close.
    I chuckle and answer, “Trying to keep fit. I don’t think I’ll get time to swing by the gym today and so thought I’d run down the stairs. However, I could only manage ten flights unless I want to be a sweaty mess.” I wink and notice again her eyes assessing me.
    “So, you’re on the top floor, huh? I mean assuming you do live here and you aren’t just visiting?”
    “Yeah, I live up there,” I say and watch as something works behind her eyes.
    “Hmm, I’m surprised. I haven’t seen you at the gym. We must miss each other.”
    I look her over, she doesn’t look like a gym bunny. Don’t get me wrong I’m not bothered about a woman’s figure. I mean I don’t tend to like the gym bunnies as they often have a straight up and down body or are very slim, and that’s just not my thing. I prefer the hourglass figure, you know, the Marilyn Monroe, Diana Dors type. I think most men do. Although that doesn’t mean I don’t try other types on for size, I don’t discriminate.
    “Yeah, I’ll have to look out for you,” I reply and this obviously pleases her because a smile spreads across her face and her cheeks pink, which makes her much more attractive than the brazen, obvious woman I’d previously encountered. I like to chase, I don’t like to be the target.
    We reach the ground floor and the doors open. As we exit she turns to me, with a seductive grin and says, “I’m Libby.”
    I hold out my hand and when she grasps it I say, “Con, nice to meet you, Libby.” I pull my hand away and