Live for Me

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Book: Live for Me Read Free
Author: Erin McCarthy
Tags: Romance, new adult, dpg pyscho
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October,” a man said as he entered, presumably to the dog who ran into the house alongside him. In shadow, the man stamped his feet on the doormat, drawing up short when he saw me. “Who the hell are you?”

Chapter Two
    I felt trapped under his scrutiny, nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. He’d used a key on the front door so this was no burglar. I swallowed hard. “I’m Tiffany.” Then because I had a sick conviction this was undoubtedly the owner of Richfield, I added, “Sir.” I had no clue how to speak to a rich dude but it seemed like I should be respectful. I wished I hadn’t left the box of doughnuts carelessly on the coffee table in a sticky disregard for his expensive property.
    “And where do you come from, Tiffany?” He sounded mildly curious, nothing more. He had a low, smooth voice, masculine.
    “Vinalhaven.” The black dog ran over to me, sniffing at my leg, and I bent over to pet his silky coat, gauging him to be a Lab. “Hey, buddy,” I murmured.
    “Where is that?” the man asked, divesting himself of his coat and tossing it on the end table.
    “It’s the island across the way.”
    “That craggy looking island? Where like twelve people live?”
    I nodded, shoving my hands in my pockets self-consciously.
    “Ah,” he said. “That explains it.”
    Explained what? But he stepped into the light from the family room then, and I lost the ability to speak. My question shriveled up and died on my lips. If this was Mr. Gold, and I had to assume it was, he was not sixty-five years old, botoxed, or dressed like a pretentious douchebag.
    He was more like thirty. Sexy. Wearing what looked like expensive but ordinary jeans, a plaid shirt, a bag in his hand. An overnight bag. He had strong features, an angled jaw, and hair that was carelessly too long, varying in color from dark brown to caramel to sand, though it didn’t look done in a salon. Either he had a hell of a hairdresser, or it was naturally the work of the summer sun, now growing out.
    My shoulders rose up further, my arms tightly at my sides, hands deep in my pockets as my heart rate shot up from a reaction that was not fear. Mr. Gold was Mr. Gorgeous. He wasn’t traditionally attractive. His nose was too long, his brow too furrowed. But there was something about the way that he’d been put together that was commanding, powerful. Just sexy. Holy shit. So good and so awful all at the same time, because I wasn’t comfortable around men in general, and certainly not a good-looking one.
    He scratched the beard stubble on his chin. “So where is Hattie? Are you a niece of hers or something?”
    “Um…” He didn’t know that Hattie had quit? Bad to worse. “I’m her replacement, sir. She’s moving to Florida to live with her son.”
    He frowned. “Stop calling me, sir. It makes me feel grandiose. And old.” He tilted his head and looked me up and down. “Though compared to you I guess I am old.” His expression was amused, rueful. “Maybe even crusty.”
    Not the adjective I would use to describe him. I was suddenly aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra, and didn’t even need one. Because my shirt was too short, a large sliver of my belly was showing. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. Just stood there.
    “I’d forgotten Hattie quit. My assistant said she hired a replacement. Am I to take it that’s you?”
    “Yes. Today is my first day.” Hopefully not my last. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. Like he found me curious. Lacking. He clearly thought I was too young for the job. My palms started to sweat. I had zero experience being in the company of hot older guys who were rich. I didn’t even have any experience with young, ugly, broke guys. I’d spent most of high school taking care of my grandmother or hanging out online when I could sneak away from her. “You have a beautiful house.”
    He looked around, like he was seeing it for the first time. “I suppose I do, don’t I? Thanks,

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