Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) Read Free Page B

what was wrong with that – it was a minimal give a shit factor about making an impression.
     
    “It’s kinda cheap ass if you ask me.”
     
    “It’s a meet and greet. That’s all. Hang out for a little bit and get my book from him. If we seem like a good fit, then maybe a traditional date will be next.” From our seat across the room, I looked over at Kyle, who was busy doing something on his mobile phone.
     
    “And he called you buddy?”
     
    “Yeah, a little… odd.”
     
    “Uh-huh. I just don’t think it’s a very good impression. Maybe he’s poor.”
     
    I stared at him a little harder. It’s possible, but I didn’t think so. He was too confident and self-assured. And there was something about him that gave me a vibe, like money and status wasn’t an issue. But I supposed I’d get to know a bit more this afternoon. “I’m the daughter of a preacher. That’s not exactly what you’d call high society.”
     
    “Suppose not. Then maybe he’s just cheap.”
     
    Laughing, I turned my attention back to my friend and gave my head a shake. “I think you’re just jealous he went after me and not you.”
     
    My friend’s face reddened slightly. “Well, he is cute.”
     
    “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”
     
    The couple of classes went by slower than usual. I had been halfway expecting Kyle to come over to say hi or at least confirm out meeting at noon. He hadn’t. He’d walked on past me as if he didn’t even know who I was. Men didn’t usually do that to me. I’m not bragging or anything, it’s just a simple fact. I wasn’t sure if it turned me off or turned me on. Men were generally pretty easy to handle and read, but then again, I liked a challenge.
     
    At ten minutes to noon, with copied notes in hand, I made my way towards the Madison Hall where the hot dog cart was located, just outside the front entrance. I arrived just a couple of minutes before our meeting time. My eyes scanned the busy courtyard, but didn’t see Kyle.
     
    Maybe he forgot? Or maybe he was just messing around?
     
    Numerous emotions raced through me. I was both disappointed and annoyed. Maybe he got caught up? Pulling my sleeve back, I looked down at my watch just as the minute hand moved into the noon position.
     
    “I’m not late, yet,” a sexy male voice said from behind me. I knew that deep voice.
     
    Spinning around, I smiled up at him innocently. “I was just checking to make sure I was on time.”
     
    He returned my smile, dimples appearing.
     
    Damn, he’s sexy . I felt a little stirring between my legs as our gazes locked.
     
    “Liar. You were seeing if I was late so you could judge me. If I was too early, then you’d consider me to be too eager, but if I was late, then it would make me seem like I didn’t respect you or your time.”
     
    “You’re delusional and perhaps a little paranoid. For your information, smart ass, I wasn’t thinking either of those things.”
     
    His grin widened. “Sure, sure. Remember, we’re both psychology students.” He nodded towards the hot dog vendor. “Let’s grab some lunch.”
     
    I stood rooted in the spot. “Just hold up one moment, Casanova.”
     
    Giving me a curious look, he waited. “What?”
     
    “I want to see the goods before we proceed with the hot dog date.” I waved the stack of photocopied notes in my hand, which cost me three bucks to copy so I could give them to him.
     
    A cocky smirk spread across his lips. “If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll show you the goods later. We’ll see how the date goes first.”
     
    I groaned out loud. “Ohmygod, you’re so difficult. Has anyone ever told you that?”
     
    “I’m told it’s part of my charm.”
     
    Planting my hands on my hips, I tapped my foot on the sidewalk. “By the term ‘goods’, I meant the book. As far as charm, I wouldn’t flatter myself if I were you.”
     
    Laughing, he patted the large black leather messenger bag slung across his torso.