Free Two Can Play by K.M. Liss Page A

into my Wi-Fi. Then he finally sits down opposite me.
    “How sweet. Katrina Denton has requested I become her friend on Facebook. What d'you think, Kate? Shall I accept?”
    “ She's a very nice girl. I think you should,” I say, smiling into my laptop.
    “ Okay, we're friends.”
    His chat box appears with the words . “Hiya, hot stuff. ” and a row of pink hearts.
    Cute...so we're flirting online are we? I suppose it's harmless enough.
    I send him a love cat.
    He sends me the love eyes.
    “I love your tattoos. Can I see the rest? I'm heavily into body art, ” I type, sniggering quietly to myself and adding a ton more pink hearts. I send and watch for his reaction.
    His eyes flare at me across the room and he silently slips his T-shirt off.
    I have a good look. I'm blinded to the tattoos by his smooth, broad shoulders, and well-developed chest muscles. I try not to drool and pass out with lust.
    “ Stand up and twirl please. ” I add in the chat box. Plus a few winks. I'm dying to see the whole damn lot of him.
    He obliges my request.
    Oh my God. The most perfect male body. Ever.
    I'm having one of those highly intense female moments again. Everything below the waist is desperate to jump on him.
    “Thank you, that was a very pleasant show. ” I type, with a row of smileys, trying to calm myself down.
    “ Your turn now. ” Appears before my eyes.
    “ Sorry no tattoos to show you. I'm ink free. ” And another smiley.
    “ I don't believe you. Prove it. ” Followed by a row of tongue-outs.
    “ Fuck off. ” I subtly reply with a touch of finality, adding an angry face for extra emphasis.
    I shut my laptop and give him a long hard glare. He shuts his and glares back.
    “You told me you were nice,” he says, pouting manly style.
    God, that look's so hot! He's so hot.
    “Oh I am, and little Miss Nice is off to bed now.”
    “ It's only ten thirty. What about the pizza stomach?”
    “ I'm not going to sleep. But if I go and sit in my room you can't mentally undress me like you are right now.”
    “ Hang on now, honey. You're the one who asked me to take my T-shirt off.”
    “ It wasn't a sexually driven request.”
    “ You could have fooled me.” His eyes flare pointedly.
    So he spotted my lustful looks and drooling, did he?
    “I'm off limits, okay? If I stay here, will you promise not to hit on me?” A smile is dying to burst out on my face but I keep it well hidden. Swallow it fast.
    “ Well I can try, but that's a real hard one. It's ingrained in me. See a pretty girl—must hit on her, kinda thing,” he says with a teasing broad grin appearing.
    The deep voice and wicked expression is getting to me. More than getting to me, if I'm honest. The whole Aaron package is so damn sexy, I'm dying to unwrap it and see what else is inside.
    “Look somewhere else then,” I suggest, in an annoyed tone of voice to cover my rapidly growing interest.
    “ Sorry, can't do that...it's my tunnel vision. I zone in on things I like. It's way beyond my control.” He flicks his eyes over me and licks his lips slowly.
    He's definitely zoning in on parts of me right now, and it's way beyond sexy. I'm almost frothing at the mouth.
    I stifle a groan. “Oh, for God's sake. And will you please put your T-shirt back on,” I snap, a little over the top in my delivery.
    “I'll make us some coffee, shall I?” he says sharply, getting up and dressing. Thankfully.
    “ What a good idea. Want a coffee machine lesson?”
    “ I think I can work it out on my own,” he replies huffily.
    He disappears into the kitchen.
    I get the impression he's used to women falling at his feet.
    And I can see why they would.
    Just a few short hours ago I was completely stuck on Marco, but now I'm not sure.
    Despite his upfront naughty personality, and damn good looks, Aaron has something that really appeals to me. A carefully hidden side to his character. I love his cheeky, fun approach to life and I really enjoyed being out with him this