Too Goode to be True (Love Hashtagged #2) Read Free

Even if she weren’t trying to keep some details of her life to herself, she knew what kind of impression the response would give. Then again… Despite her intentions, she hadn’t held back so far. “That depends on if you want the answer I’d give polite company or the truth.”
    “The truth. Especially after a comment like that.”
    Temptation pushed the reply to her lips. They’d already talked about porn and push-up bras. “Reviewing sex toys.”
    He let out a short laugh. “You’re serious.”
    “I am. If I’m going to advertise something on my site, I want it to be a product I can endorse.” Maybe that was too much information.
    “If you’re going to work, you might as well love it.”
    She’d expected a response like, Why play with toys when I can give you the real thing? Or, I’ve got your nine inches right here, baby. He wasn’t that guy, though. Maybe when she got home, she’d have to write up a blog post about how not all dates were disasters after all. Who knew, taking the stress of a relationship prospect out of a hookup could make things go more smoothly? Or it could be, it was only him.
    Which left her with a new conundrum. She was enjoying his company enough after only a few minutes, that she didn’t look forward to ending it all with, thanks for the fuck, have a nice life. Well, the first part she wouldn’t mind.
    “I have a confession to make.” His shift in tone startled her back to the now, and a sour pit nudged her gut.
    “Oh?” She should have known he was too good to be true.
    He gave her a sheepish smile. “I’m not actually from out of town. Sometimes with work and travel it feels like it, but when I said I was flying in today, and you made some assumption, it was easier to go with that then tell you the truth. I guess you’re not the only one protecting your personal life, Gwen Marie.”
    She felt some of the tension drain away but not all. It wasn’t a big confession, and his reasons for it made sense, but if that lie came so easily… Besides, it meant he was local. In a city of two-million, she might never run into him again, but the odds had just increased. She didn’t know if she was upset or relieved. “I guess there are worse things you could be hiding.” She kept her tone light and playful. “Like a third arm under your jacket.”
    He chuckled. “Not even a third leg.”
    Heat flooded her cheeks, along with images and fantasies about how well hung he might actually be. “Which is good. I don’t think I’d know what to do with something like that.”
    “You’re a smart woman; you’d figure it out. Write it up as your toy of the week on your site?”
    “I just might.”
     
    *
     
    As the night sped past, the conversation grew racier, and Brad was great with that. Gwen spent more time laughing and smiling than not. He liked the way that looked. When she flushed, the pink spread down her neck, and when she leaned in and fiddled with her collar, she drove his gaze to her cleavage and the curve of her breasts.
    God, he wanted to pin her to the wall, trail his fingers along her entire body, and find out if her moans were as enticing as her laugh. Too bad she didn't seem in a hurry to go somewhere more private. He was enjoying her company, but the night wouldn't last forever, and he wanted a taste of her before their meeting came to an end, if she was willing.
    Maybe she needed a nudge. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asked
    “Is that your version of, Can I show you the carpet in my condo ?”
    “Actually, I was hoping to spend more time in bed than on the floor. Rug burns are an acquired kink.”
    Another laugh, but this time she pulled her gaze from his. She tapped the edge of her glass with her fingernails. “I, uh…”
    That wasn’t the answer he expected. “I was looking for a little more enthusiasm.”
    “Part of me would really love to. The rest of me keeps saying I don’t know you.”
    He raised his brows. “That’s the point. Random