Ruined: An Ethan Frost Novel; A Loveswept New Adult Romance Read Free

tension in his body. But as my hand closes around the cup, my stomach growls. Loudly.
    It breaks the spell and I flush in embarrassment. So much for first-day nerves. A tangle with the juice-bar guy and suddenly my appetite is back with a vengeance.
    “You’re hungry,” he says. His voice is colored with a sudden regret I don’t understand.
    “It’s lunchtime. That’s my lunch.”
    The next thing I know, he’s back at the blender, loading it with cut-up bananas and an extra-large serving of strawberries—definitely more than seven. He adds a large scoop of protein powder, then sherbet and juice.
    Moments later, an extra-large Hawaiian Sunrise smoothie appears in front of me.
    I’m confused. Uncertain, suddenly, though I don’t know why. I like to win. It’s kind of an obsession with me, so I should be happy that he backed down so unexpectedly. Except I’m not, because winning like this feels strangely like losing.
    Under his watchful gaze, I reach for my smoothie. But at the last second—don’t ask me why because I don’t have a clue—I grab his instead. Take a long sip. Then place the cup back down on the counter.
    Then I gather up my smoothie and turn away without glancing at him again. I can’t. I’m too unsettled by what just happened. By what I just did and why I did it.
    I’ve only gone a few steps, though, when he calls after me. “Hey!”
    I turn back, even though I tell myself not to. “Yes?”
    “What did you think? Of the Ethan Special?”
    “Exactly what I thought I would. It’s disgusting.”
    He rears back in surprise. “Disgusting? Really?”
    “Really. I hate blueberries.”
    He doesn’t say another word, but then again, neither do I. Still, the question hangs between us. If I really hate blueberries so much, why did I drink his smoothie when he’d already given me what I ordered?
    I don’t know the answer to that question, but as I walk away, I can feel his eyes on me. And somehow I’m certain that until I do know, until I understand, things will never be the same for me again.

Chapter Two
    “H ey, Chloe.” My roommate greets me without looking up from where she’s painting her toenails the ugliest cyanide green I’ve ever seen. “A package came for you about an hour ago. I put it on your bed.”
    “A package?” The first thing I do after I close our apartment door behind me is to kick the ruby-red torture devices I’ve been wearing all day off my feet and halfway across the apartment. I watch with a demented kind of satisfaction as they bounce off the breakfast nook’s walls. It’s no way to treat a thousand-dollar pair of Christian Louboutins, but to be honest, at this point I don’t really give a damn. Never again will I wear those things to work. Never. Again. “I didn’t order anything.”
    “The return address says Frost Industries. It’s pretty heavy, so maybe it’s a bunch of HR paperwork. You know, employee codes of conduct, stuff like that.”
    “Maybe, but they emailed me all those things last week, made me sign a confidentiality agreement and a bunch of other stuff before they ever let me out of the HR offices.” I drop my purse on the table near the door, then gratefully shrug out of my jacket. I love this suit, I really do. But all I really want right now is to get the thing off of me. It’s definitely a yoga pants kind of night. “I doubt they’d send physical copies of the documents, too. Especially via UPS or FedEx. Not when they could have just given them to me when I was at work today.”
    “How
was
work? Did you take the world of biomedical engineering by storm on your first day?”
    “Not quite. But I managed to not humiliate myself, so that’s something.”
    “I say it’s a definite win. And you know what that means—champagne for dinner!”
    I glance at her, amused. “Don’t you mean
with
dinner?”
    “Only if you want to be a party pooper.”
    If those nine words don’t sum up my relationship with Tori, than I don’t know