Cynthia Cooke All Bets Are On (epub)

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.”She stiffened, her murky green eyes flashing as she faced him.“I can just tell.”This couldn’t be possible.He was the Prince of Hell for Lucifer’s sake.He was the one who walked out, who charmed the pants off girls with a wink and a smile.Who decided what would and would not work.Who would and would not work.Annoyance surged through him.“Wait.Let me get this straight.Because I’m not your type, you’re walking out on me?”“You don’t have to put it so harshly,” she said matter-of-factly.“I can just tell there is no reason for us to continue…uh… conversing,” she blurted, finally seizing on a word.“Is that what you call this?” He shook his head in amazement.“Listen, I’ve been down this road enough to know with one look that this would be a disaster.And trust me, I’m giving up a lot of potential money to walk away, but some things just aren’t worth it.”“What are you talking about?” Had those morons paid her to date him? Those sons of bitches! He didn’t need to pay a woman to fuck him.She shook her head.“I know I’m not making any sense, but the truth is you’re just too good looking.I don’t date good looking men.”“Are you seriously judging me based on my good looks?” He laughed.This was too much.Her eyes widened as she fumbled with her dog.A few more curls pulled loose from her too-tight bun.Perhaps that’s what was wrong with her.She was too tight.Maybe a good fucking was just what she needed.Suddenly, he was intrigued.She started to walk away.“Wait, you are walking out on me, on a lot of potential money, as you put it, because I’m too good looking for you?”“Yes,” she called over her shoulder.“So you don’t need the money?”She turned back to him.“I very much need the money.That is, my kids need the money.”He froze.“Your kids?” He didn’t remember her profile saying anything about kids.“I run a nonprofit organization for homeless kids.” Her gaze swept over him again.At his Armani suit and Italian shoes.She must have dollar signs blinking in her eyes.“If you’d like to donate to the cause, they’re in great need.”His jaw dropped.“Let me get this straight.You’ll stick your hand into my pants and take my money, but you won’t sit down and have a cup of coffee with me?”Jaclyn’s eyes widened at his words.What he must think of her.“No,” she said.Then followed up with, “Yes.I guess so.God, I don’t know, it sounds truly awful when you put it like that.”“I’ll say it does,” the man agreed.She felt her cheeks burning.This situation was going from bad to downright impossible faster than a snake slipping down a drain.“It’s not like that, though.”“Really? That’s what it sounds like to me.” There was a challenge in his obscenely beautiful eyes, a smirk to his perfectly shaped lips.She took a deep breath to try and explain then thought better of it.“Never mind.Someone like you could never understand.” She wheeled around and continued walking.Rufus looked up at her, back at the man behind her, and then whined.“Don’t even think about it,” she warned him.She’d just made a complete fool of herself.This was why she didn’t ask people for money.She was terrible at it.Beyond terrible.The man followed after her, his shadow looming behind her.“So, you’re a coward then,” he called.She spun back on him.“Geez, do you think there are any more insults you could hurl my way?” The man was making her feel downright pitiful.“Well, yes, if you really want to know.I think you’re a self-indulgent and superficial woman who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but herself.”Stunned, she opened her mouth so fast she almost choked again.“I just told you I run a charitable organization.For children.”“And yet, in your own words, you’re turning down an opportunity to potentially gain a donation from me, because you are too much of a coward to get to know who I am and what I’m about.You’d rather jump to conclusions, judge me by my looks, I might add, and then run away.No wonder you’re still single.” This time he turned from her to walk away.Angered by his words and completely flummoxed, she called out.“You’re wrong about me.”He kept walking.She stared at his back, wondering for the first time if maybe he was right.Maybe she was too judgmental.But judgmental wasn’t a bad thing.It meant she was discriminating.She looked before she leapt.That didn’t make her a coward, it made her guarded.Is that why you throw yourself into your work, never giving anyone a chance to get anywhere near you? Because you’re a chicken shit? Her inner voice attacked.Hell no, she wasn’t a chicken shit.“You’re wrong,” she called, again.He turned back, a big smile on his face.“Oh yeah? Prove it.”He was enjoying himself, the cad.“Fine, I’ll have coffee with you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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