Assumption (Underground Kings #1) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Underground Kings Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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“Sure,” I agree.

He finishes making our plates, adding butter and sour cream to the potatoes then adding salad to the dishes. “Get the door for me.”

I open the sliding glass door in the kitchen that leads to the deck. He sets the plates down on the table before coming back in, opening the fridge, and grabbing a beer.

“You want one?” he asks, holding up the beer.

I shake my head; I’ve never had beer…or any kind of alcohol for that matter.

“You don’t like beer? I got a bottle of wine if you prefer that.”

“I’ve never had it before.”

“You’ve never had a beer?” His voice sounds shocked, and I shake my head no again.

I have worked around alcohol since I was twenty-one, but I have also seen the way it makes people act and have never trusted anyone enough to be that unguarded around them. I watch as he goes to the counter, puts the beer to the edge, and pops the top off.

“Try a sip,” he orders.

I reluctantly take it. Why? I don’t know. Normally, I would have stood my ground a little more firmly. I put the bottle to my lips and tip it back. The bubbles and cold hit my tongue before the taste. I pull the bottle away, scrunch up my face as the flavor hits me, and hand the bottle back to him.

“Not a beer girl,” he assesses with a chuckle.

“It’s not bad, but it doesn’t taste good either.”

“It’s kind of an acquired taste. Do you like wine?”

“I’ve never had it.” I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling like I need to hold myself together.

His eyes drop for a second before meeting mine again. “Most women like wine.”

I ignore that comment and watch him go to the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine. He goes to the drawer, pulls out a bottle opener, and starts to screw it into the top of the bottle. His arm muscles flex with every turn, and soon, there’s a pop and a hiss.

“I don’t have any wine glasses,” he says, pulling a coffee cup down. He pours a small amount into the cup, handing it to me.

I take it and put the cup to my face, giving it a sniff before placing it against my lips and tilting it back. This time after the taste hits my mouth, I smile.

“There you go. You like wine,” he declares, sounding proud.

I nod and start to wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater. His hand moves towards me, his fingers curve around my jaw, and his thumb runs over my bottom lip, his eyes watching closely. He leans forward, making my stomach drop.

“Let’s eat before the food gets too cold,” he says.

I nod, taking a step back trying to get myself under control. He fills the coffee cup with wine and waits for me to go outside before following me out onto the deck. I sit down on the iron chair as he sits in a plastic one across from me. I take a second to look around. The whole house is surrounded by trees, and it was built into a kind of valley. There isn’t much of a backyard. It all seems to be forest beyond the small area of grass.

“So how long have you lived here?” I take another sip of wine.

“About five years. I had plans to fix it up, but with my schedule, I’ve only had time to redo my bathroom and bedroom.”

“It’s a really nice house.” I take a bite of the chicken and moan when the taste hits my mouth. His eyes lock on me, making me squirm and lower my head.

“I like it. I really bought it for the view.” He takes a bite from his plate.

I nod. I bought my condo for the same reason. “This is a nice view.”

“Nothing better than coming out here at night with a cold beer and watching the sun set behind the mountain.”

“I’ll have to try that one day—minus the beer.” I lift my coffee cup.

He smiles, and for the first time, I notice a dimple in his right cheek. The sight of that dimple makes my stomach flutter.

“You should smile more,” I blurt like the moron he’s turned me into.

He smiles bigger, shaking his head while muttering, “Cute,” under his breath.

The rest of dinner is nice. We laugh and joke, and he tells me about his job and the people he works with. He never asks me about my work again, nor does he give me an in to talk about it.

By the time we are done eating, a chill has filled the air. Kenton goes back inside and gets me a sweater and the bottle of wine, and then he comes back out with a cigar. I drink wine while he lights his cigar, which smells sweet and has me leaning closer to him.


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