Secrets and Lies (Forbidden Fantasies #43) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
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But before I can say anything, the curvy girl’s stomach growls and she looks mortified.

“Oh my God!” Lindy whispers while covering her tummy. “Sorry! That was so rude.”

I chuckle.

“Honey, you can’t help it if you’re hungry. Should we go to the restaurant?” I ask, nodding my head at the tables adjacent. She nods gratefully as her cheeks flush.

“I’d love to get some food. Thanks.”

With that, the pretty blonde slithers off the stool, and sure enough, I get a flash of pink pussy as I watch. She’s so delectable that I have half a mind to drag her to my suite by her hair, but another loud growl interrupts my thoughts, and soon enough, we’re seated at a table in the back.

The setting is intimate and romantic. Black and white tiled floors complement French-style wooden furniture, and a wooden chandelier gleams a few feet away, casting off a dim glow.

“What would you like?” I ask.

Lindy looks at the menu and then grins.

“Steak. Is that weird? I’m hungry!”

I laugh.

“No, not at all. I like a girl with an appetite.”

We put in orders for two king-cut steaks, as well mashed potatoes, and reluctantly, sides of broccoli. When we’re alone once again, my gorgeous date turns to me with a smile.

“So what do you do, Mr. Statham?” she asks playfully. “Surely, you don’t just hang around Club Z day and night.”

I laugh.

“I don’t, although I’ve heard of guys who basically never leave the compound. You can do it if you work for yourself, you know. You just set up an office in your suite, and then work by day while debauching yourself at night. But that’s not possible in my case because I have too many employees. I run JS Construction,” I add, “so they need me.”

She nods.

“JS stands for Julian Statham?”

I wink.

“You got it, pretty girl.”

She rests her chin in one hand, looking at me with wide blue eyes.

“What does that entail?”

I growl and grin ruefully. “My job is far too boring to describe, Lindy. Trust me on this one.”

She laughs, pulling back. “It can’t be that bad, can it? There must be some cool projects at least!”

I think for a moment.

“Yeah, we do do some fun stuff. For example, have you been to the Coney Island Boardwalk recently?”

Lindy bites her lip and shakes her head.

“No. I thought it was closed.”

I nod.

“It was for a long time, but our firm just redid the whole thing and it’s just re-opened. We should go sometime.”

She nods and gasps with stars in her eyes.

“I’d love to because I used to go to the Boardwalk for the Fourth of July every year, but it’s been a while. I’d stuff myself with cotton candy and Nathan’s hot dogs. Do they still have those?”

I nod.

“Absolutely. Coney Island wouldn’t be the same without Nathan’s although I think they have hot dog carts all over the city now. You know, for tourists and such,” I wink. I’m just about to expound more on Boardwalk, but at that moment, our food arrives, and we dig in. To be honest, I marvel at the way Lindy eats. There’s absolutely no hesitation and the curvy girl’s not at all afraid to take huge bites of the medium-rare steak.

“What?” she asks, wiping her face with a napkin when she catches me watching her. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Nothing. I’m just used to girls who don’t enjoy food, so you’re a welcome change.”

Lindy blushes and puts down her fork.

“Oh my God, I was wolfing down my meal, wasn’t I? But the steak is so good!”

I chuckle and put my large hand over hers.

“Don’t even worry about it. If anything, I like what I see and I want you to eat more.”

She blushes and bites her lip again.

“Are you sure? I know it’s unladylike. Most girls just pick at their food but when I see something delicious, I can’t help myself.”

I shake my head.

“It’s not unladylike, sweetheart. It’s called having a healthy appetite, and now I see where you get your curves from. Plus, I adore your curves, sweetheart, so if anything, eat more.”

She titters then and stabs another bite of steak. Soon, our meal is finished and we both lean back, satisfied.

“Would you like dessert, honey?” I ask as the waiter clears our empty plates. Lindy shoots me a bright look and then turns to the waiter.

“Do you have chocolate cake tonight? One plate, two forks, please.”

He nods.

“Coming right up.”

After that, she turns to me again.

“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered for us both, but I love chocolate,” she burbles. “There’s nothing sexier than chocolate ganache melting out of a hot center.”

Holy shit, that image is fucking sexy.

“I can think of a few things better,” I growl while fixing her with a look. “You, for one, melting from your center.”

She blushes again. “You’re dirty, but I love it Mr. Statham.”


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