Free Holding His Forever by Alexa Riley Page B

face with a clenched jaw.
    I blow my hair out of my face, trying to get a better look at him. Jesus. He’s hot in that oh-my-God-he-could-crush-me way. Wait, is that hot?
    It’s then I realize he has his hands locked on my shoulders, holding me in place. I likely would have landed on my ass as hard as I ran into him if he hadn’t grabbed me. My body presses against his, and I watch his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath, like he’s breathing me in.
    His arms release me, and one hand goes to the glasses on my face, fixing them.
    “What’s he made of? Concrete and sex?” I whisper into the phone like the man in front of me can’t hear me. He has the words “Hart Security” on his chest. I watch as he takes two steps back from me.
    “Is he hot?” my sister asks, seeming to have perked up at my words.
    “ Hot is putting it mildly.”
    The man in front of me narrows his eyes as they travel down my body. I’m short, with lots of curves, and for the first time in my life, I wonder if a man likes what he sees when looking at me. My sister always gets the male attention. This isn’t new to me, nor does it bother me. It is what it is.
    It’s how it's always been. She’s tall, blonde, and has the bluest eyes. She’s also skinny as hell, even though she could out-eat me. I’m the complete opposite. Short, lots of curves, with brown hair and eyes. I tend to blend in. I actually enjoy this since I’m not the best conversationalist. I have this problem where I have no mouth-to-brain filter, and that seems to make others uncomfortable. I’ve seen Elle cringe on occasion from the things that have slipped out of my mouth. It doesn’t bother me like it seems to everyone else, though.
    Just like Mr. Sex here, who has already taken a few steps back from me.
    “Wow. He’s got to be amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call someone hot.”
    My stomach flutters at her words. They ring true. No, I don’t think I can ever recall a time when I thought a man was hot. Symmetrical, maybe, but he definitely isn’t that. His nose looks like it’s been broken a time or two and a small scar runs across his right cheek.
    I wonder if he has more. I take a step towards him, wondering if he’ll let me see. I have no idea why I have the need to know if he has more. It doesn’t make sense. I always have a reason for doing things and thinking things.
    “Do you have more scars? Can I see them?”
    I hear his intake of breath, and then Elle bursts into giggles.
    “Did you just imply you wanted him to get naked?” Elle says through laughter.
    The man in front of me clenches his fists, and I wonder if this is another one of those times I’m making someone uncomfortable again.
    “I…” I pause to think about it for a second. I didn’t think about him having to undress for me to see more of him, but now I like the idea. I lick my lips.
    “Let me talk to him,” Elle says, still giggling.
    I clench the phone in my hand for a second before I pull it from my ear. I’m thankful she isn’t here in person, and I instantly feel guilty for that thought. I love my sister, but the idea of her getting this man’s attention, a man I don’t even know, bothers me. That can’t be normal.
    I hit speakerphone and let her know she’s good to go.
    “Mr. Hart, it’s Elle. We talked on the phone this morning. I just wanted to thank you again for taking the job personally and not handing it off to someone else. I’m told you’re the best.”
    “Ms. Barber, the security here is shit. I got in past the alarms completely unnoticed. The doorman didn’t even give me a second look.” His eyes lock on mine again for the first time since I was plastered to his body. “Furthermore, your sister seems to have no fucking problem with a man she doesn’t even know standing in her home.”
    The last bit comes out in a yell and makes my eyes widen.
    “I’ll call you back.” I click the end button on the phone screen before narrowing my