Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) Read Free

happier note, my
cell phone had one bar! I checked messages and texts. Nothing from
Sam. He was probably partying the night away at hot nightclubs in
Boston. Nothing from Vincent, either, my somewhat, kind of guy at the
moment. That wasn’t a shocker, though. We had an open thing,
casual. I didn’t expect him to check in on me after a harrowing
travel day. But it would have been nice.
    “You up here to ski?”
one of the guys next to me asked.
    “You lost?” the
other one guessed. “We can help you out.”
    “Thanks, guys. I’m
fine.” I tried to adopt an authoritative tone as I scrolled through
emails trying to find the one with the address of my rental condo. Or
the address of the place where I was supposed to pick up the key.
    “You need a place to
stay?” one of them asked, taking a swig of his beer and leering at
me. He had yellow teeth, foul breath and a lecherous glint in his
eyes.
    “Nope.” I wondered
if I was going to have to leave the bar. I didn’t want to head back
out into the storm just yet, but I’d do it if I had to.
    “Hey.” A man spoke
in a big, deep voice. I knew who it was even though I’d never heard
him speak before. I turned and my mountain man stood behind me. He
had to be 6’5”, a solid wall of brawn.
    With only a mild
grumble or two, the other guys stood up from their seats. I guess
they knew the pecking order. The big guy had said “hey.” It was
time for them to leave.
    I took a quick sip of
my cider as he sat down next to me, hoping the drink would help cool
my flush. No such luck. His thigh brushed up against mine, thick and
powerful as a tree trunk. He sat there, saying nothing, and took a
slow sip of his beer. No teasing smile, no compliments about my
model-quality good looks. It was not the kind of calculated
flirtation I was used to. This man simply occupied space, yet I felt
myself wanting to lean closer into his massive frame. He was built
like a solid block of granite, only warm. I could feel the heat
radiating off of him. I bet he knew how to keep a woman toasty on a
cold January night.
    I took another sip of
my drink and made myself sit still. No laps.
    “You’re not driving
out of here tonight in that MINI convertible.” His voice rumbled
low and sexy.
    “What’s that?” I
licked my lips. They just did not grow men like him back in the city.
He didn’t even look like he’d fit in an office cubicle. He’d
push the partition right over with his manly brawn, then grab the
nearest girl—preferably me—and haul her into an office to have
his way with her. Over and over. I knew I’d beg for more.
    “I said, you’re not
driving out of here tonight in that MINI convertible.”
    Wait, what was he
saying? Was he trying to boss me around? “I just need to get to my
condo.”
    “It’s not safe.”
He shook his head no, done deal, no arguments accepted. Hello, Alpha.
    “It’s probably only
a mile away,” I huffed.
    “Doesn’t matter how
far. You’re not getting there in that car.”
    OK, the Neanderthal
appeal apparently had its limits. I’d taken care of myself for
years now. The only child of a busy single mom, I’d been making
myself dinner since I could press start on a microwave. I’d lived
on my own for the last seven years in L.A. I didn’t need anyone to
tell me what I could or could not do.
    “What exactly do you
suggest?” I tossed my hands up in frustration. “Can I hop on my
Uber app and have a car here in two minutes?” He kept looking at
me, flat and stubborn. The man probably hadn’t even ever heard of
Uber.
    “Listen,” I
continued. “I just need to get to the condo where I’m staying.
But I don’t have GPS and I wasn’t getting a signal on my phone.”
I held it up, suddenly aware that my iPhone was in a pink case
sparkling with rhinestones. The kitchy, tongue-in-cheek glam worked
in L.A. He looked at it skeptically before returning his attention to
me.
    “You don’t have GPS
in your car?”
    “No, I didn’t