So Into You Read Free

know
that, Phil?"
    "I'm observant. That
heart-shaped ass never has a panty line anywhere near it." He shook his
head and managed a laugh. "Just making a joke."
    Dave wasn't to know that Phil had
actually seen Casey at the mall a few months ago, when he had taken his mother
shopping. They weren't in the same lingerie store, thank God, but the one next
door with all the makeup on sale. So he'd peeked through the window and watched
his idol pick through racks of tiny bits of lace and silk. It was a helluva lot
better than watching his mom put blush on her face in seven different tones of
red.
    He wasn't sure what it was in Casey,
other than the obvious physical attraction, that drew
him to her. He still had no clue what had blindsided him with such ferocity
when he'd first set eyes on her. But she continued to intrigue him. He could
sense the mystery of her vulnerable side, something lurking beneath her
polished surface, that he knew needed to be freed.
    One day he'd do exactly that, and
one day she'd see him for the man he was. Actually he hoped she would see him
for more than that, more than just a date, more than just a co-worker.
    He knew in his heart that the one
thing he wanted in Casey…was him .

Chapter Two
    Casey walked in to her apartment and
automatically tossed her keys onto the counter beside the phone. Without
thinking about it, she hit the message button and ignored the voices of an
array of salespeople offering something she didn't need. Then came her mother's regular long-winded message asking about
everything. Twice. True to form, and being that kind of parent, the woman ran out of time during the first call and had to repeat
herself, finally finishing with more unimportant jabbering.
    It was a routine sequence of actions
Casey repeated each evening when she got home. There were work hours and
non-work hours and keeping the two separate was effective and preferable. The fact
that she had practically nothing in the way of a personal life was her business
and nobody else's. The implications at work were that she was involved with
someone, and it certainly kept the men from bugging her. Solitary at times,
yes, but much more peaceful than fending off unwanted invitations on a daily
basis.
    As she kicked off her shoes and
absently put them in their appropriate place with the rest of her footwear in
the large closet, her drifting thoughts of work and men raised an image.
    Phil Cooper .
    For some reason Phil was different.
Sure, he stared at her a lot, drooled noisily when she bent over and made extra
trips to get coffee or anything else she needed or wanted. He was, to use a
romance novel word, smitten . Or at least she thought so.
    With a grin she remembered how
thoughtful it was that he did so many little things for her, and pretty much
anything she asked. Particularly picking up those mini blueberry muffins she
liked so much from the coffee vendor in the lobby.
    Of course she'd noticed him. He was
kind, sweet, very attentive and always good-tempered. She'd never seen him
angry or behaving like an asshole. So really, what wasn't to like?
    Joan from reception had talked about
him constantly when they began to date, and said Phil was her perfect man. She
was going to hook him before he got away. Apparently she'd suffered an epic
fail in her quest, because it was obvious they were no longer a couple.
    Phil seemed just fine with that. But
Joan was still having hissy-bitch fits even though the actual pity-party had
been held a few months ago right after the breakup.
    Casey didn't know Joan that well,
and tried to ignore the gossip as it swirled around her. It was, of course,
simple human nature to be curious about Phil's sexual prowess, but she had
failed to find out anything and didn't feel it was appropriate to ask.
    Joan had her own clique of
girlfriends, and since Casey wasn't particularly into shoes, makeup or
clubbing, there was little in the way of exchanged girlish confidences.
    It didn't bother Casey one