The Seduction of Kinley Foster (What Happens in Vegas) Read Free

old mad-to-furious acceleration record. A record set ten years ago in his apartment. Ass . “When?” A desire to knock Ian and her brother’s heads together and then push them into a lane of fast-moving semi-truck traffic swept through her. “How?” Why her brother stayed in touch with Ian after he’d been the cause of his marriage never taking place was beyond her comprehension. The guy deserved to be elbowed into a snake pit, not forgiven.
    Kinley pulled out her phone. If what Ian was saying was true, she was going to—
    “Who are you calling?” Ian asked, giving her a lazy, seductive look.
    The words he spoke barely registered. Probably because the way they sounded coming out of his mouth short-circuited her brain and super-charged her girly-parts.
    His deep rumbly voice left her feeling naughty. Like scandal and sin were dancing on her soul.
    Confused with her body’s betrayal, she glowered. “None of your business.”
    “Calling your brother?”
    She shrugged. Maybe she was calling her boyfriend. He didn’t know she didn’t have one. Unless her brother told him. “Maybe?”
    Disappointment darkened his eyes. “I see you’ re still a snitch. ” He handed the suitcase to the driver, who stored it in the trunk, and opened the passenger door.
    Her determination wavered. Damn him. Why should he be disappointed in her? “Whatever.” He was the bad guy. Not her. She dropped her phone in her purse.
    “Thank you,” he said, in a voice that sounded sincere.
    She rolled her eyes, not caring that the gesture was childish.
    He motioned toward the open door to the backseat. “After you.”
    Halfway in, she felt the sharp sting of his hand on her ass.
    She inhaled sharply, scrambled the rest of the way in, and turned on him. “How dare you. You can’t just slap a woman’s ass. Especially one who despises you. What the hell—”
    The sound of his laughter cut off her tirade, and she grimaced. Damn it. She’d reacted exactly the way he wanted. Just like when he used to pull her ponytail and she’d yelp.
    Growing up, he’d been a master at riling her emotions. Not anymore. She was a grown woman, and her buttons were no longer so easily pushed.
    He stuck his head in, an amused glint in his smug eyes. “You’ll find I dare a lot. And the swat was for insinuating I’m gay. And so what if I was?” He slid in beside her, scooting much closer than necessary. His shoulder touched her arm; his presence invaded her space.
    Grown up Kinley resisted the urge to thump him. Besides, if she did, the dramatic action would be more for show. And she prided herself on not being a drama queen.
    Truth was, she was semi-turned on by the alpha-male ass-slap.
    It wasn’t because it was Ian that she was feeling aroused. Surely, it was because she’d done a ton of research on spanking in relationships for her current manuscript. And quite possibly the two chocolate martinis she’d drained on the plane were to blame. And…or…the sex toys burning a hole in her purse, saying, hurry, get to the hotel and try me out .
    Realizing she was sitting in the middle of the seat, she scooted toward the window, away from him so they weren’t touching. Even across the seat, his presence affected her. She pushed her glasses up her nose. “Why would my brother ask you to keep an eye on me when he knows damn well I can’t stand you?”
    God, I can’t believe I’m in a cab with Ian Thompson. After all these years.
    Ian stretched one arm out along the back of the seat. His fingers touched her shoulder. “Are you sure about that? According to him you ask about me all of the time.”
    She knocked his hand away. “I do not. He didn’t say that.” She might occasionally mention him, but it was always in a what-has-the-asshole-been-doing-lately way. To say her brother was too easy to forgive was like saying water is wet. Or love is a myth. Both true, but no way would her brother ask Ian to keep an eye on her. No way would he do that to her.