Stoned (The Stone Series) Read Free

Perfection clears his throat then smirks before he finishes, “services. Now if you’ll excuse me I should be going. It was a pleasure to meet you. Until we meet again, Ms. Copper.” And the Adonis bows his head at me like I’m royalty as he disappears out the door with nothing more than a head nod to his best friend.
     
    After he, what was his name again, it’s like I’ve had a stroke! I can’t formulate a cohesive thought. Stone? I think it was Stone. After Mr. Stone leaves I can finally take a deep enough breathe to fill my lungs. What is it about that man that made me feel like there was no oxygen left in the room for me to gulp in? Mm…I don’t know let me see. Is it his piercing blue eyes that are almost too striking to look into but also too mesmerizing that I couldn’t look away? Or maybe it’s the way his pants were hanging so seductively off his slender hips? The list can go on all day, his smell, the fact that he clearly has more money than one person should, his hair…men should not be allowed to have hair that good or eyelashes as long and curly as his. Women pay huge sums of money and subject themselves to huge amounts of pain to look half as good as the man that was just standing in front of me.
     
    I notice Alex staring at me and I realize I need to pull it together and fast. I clear my throat to try to settle myself down but my heart is beating triple time and my palms are sweaty. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I have never had this response to a man in my life. In fact I’ve been doing my best to avoid them at all cost. I say my farewells to my professor soon to be boss and head out as fast as I can.
     
    When I finally make it to the lobby and am about to go out the doors I notice it is raining sideways. Raining like it does in the city, assaulting people by pouring buckets of rain on us. I of course don’t have an umbrella with me. Not that it would do me any good in this kind of weather. It would just blow inside out and dump more water on my head. I sigh and decide there’s no choice but to get wet. I’ll have to walk back to my apartment and get changed when I get there.
     
    “I’ll be out in a minute. Make it happen” that now familiar deep sexy voice briskly says into his cell phone as he hangs up on someone. And there he is standing right in front of me holding an umbrella big enough for two.
     
    “Would you care for a ride, Ms. Copper? My car is right out front and I would be honored to take you where you need to go.”
     
    I know better than to get into cars with strange men but then again I know all too well that it’s not always the strange men in your life that can be dangerous to you. I smile and allow him to lead me out of the building and into the backseat of a black Cadillac Escalade. He holds the umbrella over us in one hand and I feel his other hand gently settle at the small of my back. A tremor surges through me at what appears to be the manners of a true gentleman.
     
    There’s a driver in the front seat who greets him when we enter the vehicle. “Mr. Stone. Where to sir?”
     
    I turn to look at Mr. Perfection and am awestruck by his manly features, pure male. His build, strong cheekbones, his chin with a little dimple in it. But it’s his lips that hold my attention for longer than appropriate. His mouth is soft and sensuous looking, sexy as hell.
     
    “Mac this is Ms. Cooper, we’ll be taking her to her apartment. Uh…where do you live Ms. Copper?” he asks me and at that very moment under his intense gaze I have no idea where I live even though Parker and I have lived in the same apartment since freshman year. I can’t sit still under his gaze; I shift in my seat and begin to squirm under his watchful eyes trying to come up with my address. I somehow make myself snap out of this trance he has me under and answer, “Meatpacking District, Hudson and Jane please.”
     
    Mr. Stone introduces me to his driver, Mac. Mac is an ex-Marine who