Me And Mr. I.T. (Kupid's Cove Book 2) Read Free

opposite way the room was spinning. “Someone else said, ‘Who is it, sweetie?’ Can you believe that? There’s another woman!”
    He grimaced and held up his hand. “Wait, maybe it was innocent.”
    “An innocent woman calling him sweetie?” I asked, one brow going down until it practically touched my nose.
    “His mom or his sister?” he asked, trying to make me feel better.
    I shook my head, but thought better of it when the room started to spin like a child’s top. “He’s an only child and his mom is dead. Nice try, though.”
    He rubbed my back a little, out of kindness or pity, one of the two. “I’m sorry, Eliana. Maybe you should get some rest and tomorrow things will be better.”
    I eyed him up and down. His thick, golden brown hair begged me to run my fingers through it, so I did. It felt exactly like I always dreamed it would. Soft, strong, and sexy as hell, just like him. “Maybe tonight can be salvaged,” I purred. “We could retire to my bedroom and you could help me forget all about him.”
    He stood and covered me with the blanket that lay across the back of the loveseat. “Sorry, but I don’t have sex with drunk women. Especially drunk women I work with.”
    I jutted my lip out in a pout. “You think I’m ugly and fat, don’t you?”
    “I think you’re drunk and the alcohol is making you braver than you really are. Sleep it off, Eliana, and tomorrow you’ll be happy I kept my pants zipped tonight.”
    I looked away from his handsome, sun-bronzed face. “I’ve had a crush on you since you started working for Gideon,” I admitted. I was trying to bite back the words, but the wine was making them flow faster than I could think of them. I watched a shadow go across his face at my words. “I know we work together, but we could keep it professional. I could be your neighbor with benefits.”
    He knelt next to the loveseat and smoothed my hair away from my face. “I’m flattered that you think we should be neighbors with benefits, but you may feel differently in the morning. “
    “The woman drunk on whisky knows that’s true, but the woman drunk on wine wants to be comforted.”
    He rubbed my arm where it lay tucked under the blanket. “There are dozens of lines I could give you right now, but none of them would comfort you. The fact is, you deserve better than what he’s giving you. You liked the idea of being in love, but you weren’t actually in love.”
    “How do you know that?” I asked angrily, lifting myself up on one elbow.
    “It’s simple. If you were in love with him, you wouldn’t have gone to the bar and spent hours drinking alone. You would have moved heaven and hell to find him, and then fought tooth and nail to get him back. Drinking is easy; love is not.”
    I flopped back down on the pillow and closed my eyes for a second. “Maybe I wasn’t in love with him, but I was in like. We haven’t been going out for very long, but we agreed to be exclusive. I don’t know what I was thinking anyway. Why would a guy like that be with a girl like me?”
    “What does that mean, Eliana?”
    “Don’t call me that. Only my mother calls me that.”
    He opened his mouth, but closed it again after thinking about it for a moment.
    “And it means that I knew we weren’t in the same league, hell, we weren’t in the same ballpark. He’s not the kind to settle down and stay with one woman for the rest of his life. I was destined for heartache when I got involved with him.”
    “I refuse to believe that you were out of his league. If he has a ‘league’, that tells me the kind of man he is.”
    “And I’m better off without him, right? Someone else will come along and sweep me of my feet. Better to know now than after I marry him, right?”
    He shook his head and pulled the blanket up around my shoulder. “Like I said, there are dozens of things I could say, but none of them would comfort you tonight. Get some sleep, honey bunches, tomorrow is a new