Free Girl Gear 1: All Tied Up by Alison Kent Page A

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    “I don’t really care what the man’s used to.” She couldn’t help but be protective of Macy. Lauren didn’t take her best friend’s best-friend rules lightly. “Leo’s way too narrow-minded. I mean, does he really think he’ll find what he’s looking for bedding only designer labels in his designer label bedding? Give me a break. Ithink Macy and her scavenger hunt might be just what he needs to change his way of thinking.”
    Anton studied Lauren’s face intently. “Do you think it will change my way of thinking?”
    This was what she’d been waiting for. This feeling of losing her footing at the first beckoning finger of dread. “What do you mean?”
    “If you think the scavenger hunt could change Leo’s mind about Macy, what’s to stop it from changing mine about you?” He reached up to toy with a long strand of her hair. His eyes finally softened. “Or yours about me, for that matter?”
    So her fears weren’t entirely unfounded. Anton shared her concerns…as if that were any sort of consolation. She smiled sweetly, refusing to let him see how the evening’s events had left her unsettled.
    “C’mon, baby. You and I both know that Leo has no idea who Macy really is. His opinions aren’t based on anything substantial.” Lauren ran fingertips up and down Anton’s outer thighs, moving her teasing touch into the pit of his knee before working her slow way back toward his groin.
    “You, on the other hand, know me. You know me very—” her fingertips grazed the base of his softened penis, delved below the heavy sac beneath “—very well.”
    “Are you sure?” He held her hands and halted her arousing progress. “I’m serious, Lauren. This game of Macy’s that you think capable of changing lives…Have you looked at your list?”
    She nodded and, working her captured hands free, shared an idea that had been forming. “You know, we could cheat. I’ll fill you in on anything you don’t knowabout me, you claim the prize, and we’re off for a week of fun.”
    This time he took hold of her wrists and pulled one hand close, grazing her wrist with a nibbling, calming kiss. “Instead of cheating, we could actually give it a shot. Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
    “What’s to be curious about?” Besides ten out of her twelve items. “I know you wear sexy little bikini briefs, when you bother to wear anything at all.”
    “Underwear. Right. What else is on your list? How many things don’t you know?”
    She didn’t want to answer, to admit that her infatuation had sprinkled fairy dust in her eyes. She was giddy with the way she’d fallen so amazingly hard for this man, and blind to what she didn’t want to see.
    Like the fact that the schedules she and Anton kept had them stealing quick lunches or spending what time they had together in bed, where talk ran the gamut from endearments to smut.
    Turning the tables was the easiest response. “What about you? How many things do you or don’t you know about me?”
    She waited while he stared into her eyes, and she watched the flames of dozens of candles flicker in his, playing tricks with their color until she couldn’t remember if they were really that close to navy or that lighter shade of ocean blue.
    Such a little thing she couldn’t remember, and the resulting worry tightened the muscles of her stomach even more.
    “Let’s see,” he finally said, and smiled, a slow revelation of beautifully deep dimples. “I should know your addictions. Nothing narcotic or alcoholic. Not even chocolate.”
    He went on, even after she stuck out her tongue. “I’d have to say television. Specifically, every endlessly rerun episode of Frasier and Friends. ”
    Lauren reached out and punched his shoulder. “Don’t be making fun of my fun. I could be addicted to porn, you know, spending all my money on smut books and wanker flicks.”
    He gave a quick shake of his head. “Did you just say wanker? I can’t believe you said