Free The Perfect Fit (Riley O'Brien & Co. #2.5) by Jenna Sutton Page A

in the Bay Area now knew that Zeke had a prosthetic limb—the tailor at Saks Fifth Avenue who had fitted him for his tuxedo. The gruff older man had felt the edges of Zeke’s molded plastic socket through the expensive wool-blend of the trousers, but he hadn’t seemed to care much. He’d been more interested in whether Zeke dressed left or right.
    As Zeke stood in the elevator in the Four Seasons, he ran his hand over his hair, searching for any unruly strands. Satisfied that everything was in order, he adjusted the French cuffs of his bright white tuxedo shirt and furtively checked his fly to make sure it was zipped.
    Never in his life had he showered, shaved, and dressed as quickly as he had tonight. He was surprised he’d nicked himself only once.
    Even though he’d driven like a maniac to get to the hotel as fast as humanly possible, he was still forty-five minutes late. He hated being late, regardless of the circumstances. But his tardiness tonight was even more unacceptable because Margo had been counting on him.
    Because of a stupid softball game, she’d had to take a taxi in an evening gown. She was probably livid, and he couldn’t blame her.
    Why hadn’t he just left the game early? Better yet, why hadn’t he declined Margo’s invitation to attend Pictures & Paws?
    He should have. But he’d hated the thought of her going to this type of event alone. And, if he were honest with himself, he would admit that he’d wanted to go with her, even if it was a monumentally bad idea.
    Being around her was torture . A couple of days ago, he’d accidently bumped into her in the kitchen, his front grazing her back. That small touch had created a big problem … behind his zipper.
    Ever since that day when he had retrieved Margo’s panties from Roby’s paws, Zeke had tried—and failed—to push her back into the roommate-only zone. But those tiny panties had already done their damage.
    Whenever they were together, he constantly thought about what she wore underneath her clothes. He even thought about it when they weren’t together.
    His dormant libido had awakened, and now the damn thing was boiling like an active volcano. It could erupt at any time.
    Zeke should be happy that his penis had returned to its normal operations. But he wasn’t. Instead, he was frustrated and edgy and hard all the fucking time.
    He didn’t understand why this was happening now. And he sure as hell didn’t understand why it was happening with Margo.
    It didn’t happen with anyone else.
    Today, during the softball game, a pretty woman on the opposing team had run into him. The force of the impact had knocked them to the ground, with her sprawled on top.
    She’d been a sweet-smelling, curvy armful. And his penis had been uninterested.
    If it could talk, it would have said, I’m bored . But around Margo, it said, Mmm, I want some of that.
    Of course, his dick didn’t care about the eleven-year age gap between them. And it didn’t care that she had her whole life ahead of her, while he had already lived a big portion of his.
    Finally, the elevator reached the fifth floor. When he stepped out, he immediately began to look for Margo. No matter where they were, her bright hair made it easy to spot her.
    After searching the area where the pictures were displayed and the ballroom where dinner would be served, he wandered onto the terrace. The huge space overlooked Yerba Buena Gardens, and the surrounding buildings provided plenty of light.
    He surveyed the small group of people on the terrace. His gaze landed on a woman with vibrant reddish-gold hair. She was a little taller than Margo, and her hair was wavy instead of straight. Her back was to him, the flawless skin exposed by her formfitting dress.
    Damn, that dress is something else.
    The dress’s lace overlay gave the impression that she was naked underneath. And the way it hugged her curvy hips and cupped her round ass … that should be prohibited in public venues to prevent