Taming the Alpha Read Free

messed with her. I assumed you knew they were having a girls’ night out and were working or something.”
    Grant shifted and pulled Talia closer to him. Plucking her purse from her hands, he fished her keys out. “If you ever see her out again at a place like that with Sarah or anyone, call me.”
    Derrick nodded and quickly shuffled toward his truck.
    “And, Derrick?
    Eyes still wary, his chin notched up a fraction higher. “Yeah?”
    “Thanks for getting her home safe.”
    The tension in Derrick’s shoulders loosened as he nodded. “Any time.”
    When Grant looked down at Talia he realized her eyes were closed and she was barely awake. Even though she bartended, she rarely drank and in the year he’d known her, he’d never seen her drunk. Tipsy, yes. But nothing like this.
    As Derrick started to pull out of the driveway, Grant scooped Talia up and carried her inside. She buried her face against his chest and sighed deeply.
    Shaking his head, he took her to her bedroom and stretched her out on her bed. Wearing that skin tight dress and fuck-me heels, she looked like pure sex. It was hard not to stare or to imagine how differently tonight should have turned ou. The woman was absolute perfection. With her eyes closed and her steady breathing, she looked so peaceful, innocent even. Not raging mad at him at least.
    His chest ached as he stared at her so he tore his gaze from her face and focused on what he needed to do. After taking off her heels, he pulled the cover up over her. He didn’t bother with taking her dress off. Not because he didn’t trust himself, but because he didn’t want to be faced with the torture of seeing her naked body and not being able to do a thing about it. Hell, even if she was awake he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyway considering how pissed she was at him.
    He’d wanted to talk to her, but that obviously wasn’t happening tonight. Though he was tempted to stretch out next to her, he headed for the living room. He wasn’t going to piss her off even more and if she woke up and saw his face, he knew exactly what kind of reaction he’d get. But damn, if they didn’t fix this soon he’d go crazy.

Chapter Two
    Talia opened her eyes and groaned. Her head ached and when she looked down at herself she realized she still wore the dress she’d gone out in last night. Freaking perfect. Trying not to move her head too much, she sat up and stripped off her clothes. The place they’d gone to last night had been high end—even if some of the things she’d seen had freaked her out a little—but it had still been a smoking bar and she reeked of smoke. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she slipped on her comfy terrycloth robe. For a moment she thought about jumping in the shower but decided to find coffee instead.
    The second she stepped into her kitchen, she froze. Grant sat at her kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. He looked up at her and the heat in his eyes nearly made her stumble. Frowning, she realized there was a bouquet of colorful flowers in the middle of the table. She didn’t remember buying any. No, she hadn’t so those must be from him. That was weird. He never bought her flowers. Blinking, she shook her head. Wasn’t she supposed to be mad at him? As the events of last night and then very early this morning came rushing back, she cringed. She was mad at him. And he was sitting at her table like he totally belonged there. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she stumbled toward the counter and her waiting coffee. At least he’d had the decency to brew a fresh pot.
    Inhaling, she savored the scent of the rich Colombian roast.
    “I think I should be asking you what the hell you were doing at Klub Kink last night.” There was an edge to his voice she’d never heard before. It was dangerous and almost angry and for some reason she totally wasn’t going to examine, she kind of liked the possessive note in his