Free Accidental Sex Goddess by Lexi Ryan

around him—whether people wanted to call it flirting or not—made her smile.
    Reese had met Ben in college, but not in the typical way college friends meet. They hadn’t met in their dorm or shared a beer at a party. Instead, Ben had been privy to one of Reese’s most embarrassing moments.
    The blind date had been Masey’s idea. She knew a guy who had a brother who sounded perfect for Reese. Reese hadn’t been so sure but Masey had talked her into it through a series of clichés. “It’ll be great!” “You’re only young once!” “You need to let your hair down and have some fun!”
    Reluctantly, Reese had agreed. It wasn’t as if she wanted to be single, but bookish and a little awkward, she didn’t have a great track record for attracting guys.
    They’d decided to meet at a bar by campus. She’d be the brunette in the red shirt, he’d be the guy in the Yankees cap.
    After walking in the bar doors a few minutes early, she took a seat at the bar. She wore a pair of Tricia’s jeans. When Reese objected they were too tight, Masey had insisted they highlighted her curves. And as she sat at the bar, they squeezed her thighs and she felt suffocated and hot even though she had paired them with a light knit red tee.
    At Masey’s urging, she’d left her hair down, and the heat in the bar had her sweating under her heavy hair. Sweat accumulated at the base of her neck. Twisting her hair, she held it off her neck.
    “Hot day out there,” the bartender had said.
    Reese looked away from the door and looked up. “What?” Tall, broad shouldered, sandy blond hair, and kind gray eyes, the sight of him had her darting her tongue out to wet her lips.
    He smiled and grabbed a glass. “Looks like you could use a drink.”
    “Would you hate me if I wanted to start with water?”
    “Not at all,” he said, filling the glass with ice.
    When she accepted the water, she was all too aware of their fingers brushing. She took a long drink before she spoke. “I thought I’d be escaping the summer heat when I decided to stay in Chicago for the summer.”
    He waved a hand. “It’ll pass.” The pub was deserted, and he propped his elbows on the bar and leaned toward her. “Where you from?”
    “Kentucky,” she said.
    “And you came up here for school?”
    “University of Chicago,” she supplied. “But no redneck jokes, okay?”
    “What? Couldn’t get into Yale?”
    She rolled her eyes.
    “You’re a junior?” The door chimed as he asked, and he waved to the patron.
    “Yes, I—”
    “Are you Reese Regan?” someone asked behind her.
    Reese’s breath caught and she hopped off the bar stool. She’d nearly forgotten why she was here.
    “Hi!” She offered her hand, taking in the man before her.
    Really, it seemed unfair to judge his appearance after talking to the hottie behind the bar. Her date was cute. Average height, slim build. A few scraggly pieces of dark hair stuck out from under his ball cap.
    “You must be Trevor,” she said.
    Trevor looked her over, his gaze sliding slowly from her carefully tamed hair down to her cute but sensible ballet flats.
    Reese wasn’t the kind of woman who got a lot of once-overs, and if this was how they felt, she hoped she never would be. Trevor’s gaze wasn’t so much appreciating as it was appraising, and everything about his body language said he wasn’t impressed.
    “Damn,” he muttered, finally bringing his eyes back to her face. “I told Derrick no fatties.”
    Then, as if that settled everything, the asshole turned on his heel and walked out of the bar.
    Reese swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat. Cheeks burning, she turned to retrieve her purse and run back to her summer sublet.
    The bartender stopped her with a hand over hers. “If you leave now, you’ll just feel like shit for the rest of the day.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look him in the eye after he’d been witness to her humiliation. “I can’t imagine staying is