Someone Like You (Someone To Love Series) Read Free Page B

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    “Wait,” I shout after her as she dances farther away. “Bring my purse. The doctor says I need to get home and ice this!”
    Her mouth opens wide as she takes in the dark-haired suitor who manned up and caught me like a pop fly. She gives an approving wink before disappearing in a sea of bodies.
    “Ice, right?” I glance up at the good doctor. “Among the other alternative treatments I’m sure you have in mind.”
    “Alternative treatments?” He smolders into me, and my panties try to slide down my thighs on their own volition.
    “Let me guess, you’ve got a thermometer in your Levi’s and you’d really like to take my temperature.”
    His chest vibrates with a silent laugh. “Everyone knows an internal temp is the only way to go.” His voice rumbles, deep and secretive. “The name is Morgan. And I’m no doctor. But tonight I can be anything you want.”
    My insides explode with a rush of pleasure at the blatant innuendo Morgan just employed.
    “Consider it an honorary title I’m bestowing upon you.” I glance around for signs of Tess. I’m pretty sure she’s going to drag me away from Dr. Dragon at any moment. But do I really want her to?
    “Bestowing upon me?” His brows rise, amused.
    I’m guessing the word isn’t in his lexicon. But his dimples deepen as he bursts into another heart-stopping grin, and at the moment I don’t really care if he understands a damn thing about the King’s English.
    Crap.
    I try to hobble the hell away from him and his medical equipment in the event my alternate champagne-guzzling personality decides to pull him under a table for that one-night stand Tess prescribed. She’s no doctor either, but since I’m playing fast and loose with medical degrees there’s no telling where things might lead.
    The ground sways as I struggle to gain my bearings.
    I glance back and catch a brassy blonde wrapping her arms around him while assaulting his neck with her overblown lips. He tilts his head as if he wants it, and his eyes close for a moment, getting lost in the nirvana before he gently peels her off.
    “I’m good,” he says sweetly but curtly, and she cuts me a death look as if I’m personally responsible for the rejection.
    Kit reappears with my bag, and I’m quick to thank her.
    “You can have my spot for the rest of the week.” My voice reverberates in my head like a tuning fork. “I’m taking off.”
    I glance down at my barely there accoutrements: my ridiculously high heels that are better classified as stilts, the glorified nipple shields, the G-string I might be moved to fashion into a noose. I’m not exactly sure where it is I’m taking off to. Tess pulled a disappearing act with my street clothes hours ago.
    “Hey, you need a ride?” Dr. Dimples offers, and a part of me desperately wants to say yes.
    “I’d better not.” I press my lips together because everything in me is ready to jump into a moving vehicle with him and beg him to show me his baseball bat.
    It’s obvious I’m in no condition to drive. The only way I’ll get home is either to call Lauren, or Kendall—or hang out at a bus stop dressed like a human anaconda. God knows things will get interesting fast if I choose door number three.
    “But thank you,” I say, latching onto his steel-colored eyes as my body begs to surrender to any offer he’s willing to make. “And thanks for catching me.”
    A moment sweeps by and the room—the world—stills as his gaze lingers over mine. I’d like to think this would all play out differently if this were some party back at school, but as it stands the only place I’m dressed for success is the Gentleman’s Club. That’s probably all he sees in me, a “Pretty Girl” desperate for dollars.
    I take a step back, and my knees buckle.
    “Whoa,” he says, picking my arm up and wrapping it over his shoulder. “Let me help you get wherever it is you’re going.”
    My insides clench because I know what’s