Free Legacy of Secrets 01-Cursed Secrets by Lisa Logue Page A

mine, “Lia, you and Christian are at table ten,” perfect.
    Christian looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. He acted like he wasn’t fazed by the kiss, but I knew better. Looking at his lips was making it hard not to do it again. I sighed and gathered my things.
    I can do this. Just act like nothing happened. Nothing other than a lab, then back to my seat. Piece of cake. Right. The pricks of anticipation fluttered through my stomach, swallowing hard I pushed it away.
    “Well, guess we better get going. You don’t want to piss him off more than you already have, hmm?” he flashed a half smile that made my pulse quicken.
    “Right,” I said shyly. I did my best to avoid his gaze as we proceeded to the table where I readied my notebook. He gave me a weird look.
    “What if I wanted to be the one to take notes?” he asked. Not knowing what to say, I rose and waited for him to step aside. When my chest grazed his arm, I realized just how close we were.
    The sudden wave of electricity spread over me and I gripped the table. My whole body felt super charged. From the smirk on his face, I knew he knew. Instantly my mind flooded with intense images of Christian and I wrapped in each other’s arms; passion so deep and animalistic, rolling like thunder from my body as we circled around and around on a bed of deep crimson.
    I stepped away and blinked furiously. The surprise on my face must have given him a glimpse into my mind. I turned bright red and he exhaled slowly when my gaze finally met his. His breath was sweet on my tongue. I wanted nothing more than to taste his lips again. To feel his breath on my neck, down my breasts and further south into places less travelled. I swallowed harshly.
    “Well then, I guess I will do the dissecting. You look…unsteady,” he reached around me, pressing his body into mine. Suddenly I was glad we were at the worst table in the room. If I chose to pursue what was on my mind, no one would pay attention. For once I was glad they didn’t really see me. To me, no one else was there except for Christian.
    “My reflexes are better then they seem,” I answered breathlessly. He chuckled and shook his head before pulling away.
    “While that may be, I’m not the one who looks like I’m about to pass out, now do I?” he smiled again. I bit my lip, trying to hold back my desires.
    “Hmm, I suppose,” I sank slowly into my seat, forcing my eyes from his face. I was embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to notice. I started biting my nails.
    “That really is a terrible habit, especially since you have such pretty hands. Speaking of which are you actually going to fill out that lab sheet or am I working alone today?” he teased. My stomach fluttered and rainbows tainted my vision, holding my sanity dangerously on the edge.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled. I remained silent as we worked. Daydreams of crept into my mind periodically, bringing new waves of emotion. I sighed and scribbled furiously watching Christian in my peripheral.
    “I didn’t think this was a silent lab. I’ve barely gutted this little guy and you’re almost done. How is that fair?” I smiled crookedly and waved him to continue to let him catch up.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were so good with your hands,” I whispered. He laughed again and looked at me so intensely my breath caught. His eyes were like the depths of the ocean; dark and dazzling. I held his gaze until my vision became fuzzy and I swayed on the stool.
    “The formaldehyde must be pretty strong in here, you look as if you’re about to faint,” he leaned towards me.
    “Must be,” I exhaled a ragged breath. He smiled and turned his attention back to the frog.
    I watched his hands intently. He was methodical in how he moved. Each touch had a particular purpose. The cuts were precise and left nothing out of place. My mind began to wander to what else his hands could do and my knees grew week.
    “So where does that leave us?” his words broke my