Caught Looking (Hot-Lanta Series) Read Free Page B

it, his handsome manly ways. Yes she was extremely attracted to Brady and more than anything did she want to take him home and run her hands all over his body but she was smarter than that. Tonight was the anniversary of the worst day of her life and she had grown since then. Why would she get involved with someone who was a known playboy? That was just asking to get screwed over once again.  
    There was a little voice in the back of her head telling her to let loose and have fun. Maybe she would, might as well flirt back. Nothing would come from it because why would a professional baseball player want anything to do with her? Yes, the dress was doing wonders for her appearance tonight but when it came down to it he was in fact a player and she was just a low key event planner. They had nothing in common, so she might as well practice her flirting and seduction. She needed to get back on the dating train sometime.
    She leaned over to Brady when he handed her the drink he ordered and seductively asked in his ear, “So Brady, Fuck Chuck or Marry; Eva Mendez, Angelina Jolie and Salma Hayek?”
    Brady was startled at first then shifted in his seat while he eyed her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. A devilish grin spread over his face while he leaned in closer and said “Fuck Eva, she is most likely feisty like you, marry Salma because she is a sweetheart and chuck Angelina, I don’t like how the whole Brad Pitt, Angelina thing went down.”
    Hmmm, fascinating. He thought she was feisty. Ha, if only he knew that she liked to wear her kitty cat pajamas at night while watching the Golden Girls and enjoying a good facial mask. The Brad and Angelina comment threw her off though, what did he mean? Before she had a chance to even ask him his mouth was practically on her ear when he asked her, “Fuck, Chuck or Marry; Bradley Cooper, Ryan Gosling and Josh Duhamel.  
    Oh what a handful of treats he laid out for her, how could she possibly choose? She placed her hand on his thigh, leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Fuck Bradley Cooper, marry Ryan Gosling and chuck Josh Duhamel, no one likes a cheater.”
    Brady stared her in the eyes and she nearly collapsed. Confidence woman, you can do this. Do not show intimidation that is exactly what these kind of men try to do to women. They make them feel intimidated and then make them feel good with compliments as they drag them to bed and end up leaving them hanging in the morning with a taxi fare for their ride home. Brady and Jane just stared at each other for what seemed like forever until Brady startled her when he asked her to dance.
     
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    Brady nearly fell out of his seat when she placed her hand on his thigh, lord this woman was doing him in. He needed to be closer to her where they could be alone and away from the rowdy table they were sitting at. Michael and Molly were reminiscing about some baseball house party they went to in college where Molly ended up breaking the house’s couch because she acted like it was her own personal wrestling ring with Michael. Lord knew what they were like in college. He could imagine Jane though; she would be rolling her eyes at her two crazy friends while sporting some sexy outfit that drew all the male eyes’ attention.
    He grabbed Jane’s hand and led her out to the dance floor. He was not much of a dancer but he did it every now and then when he was either extremely drunk or needed a reason to get close to a very attractive lady, this time it was the latter.  
    The music was blaring and the typical re-mixes and techno tunes were playing but with a sexy red dressed woman in his hands he was feeling it tonight. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close, they rocked together in perfect synchronization. Her curves melted perfectly into his in every way. It was like