Instant Obsession Read online C.M. Steele (Best Friends Duet #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Best Friends Duet Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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I don’t know if he’s going to read more into it, but frankly, I don’t care. I’m going to find a way to get her naked and under me and then show her how much passion she brings out in me. She has no fucking idea the beast she unleashed. I’m not even sure I’m going to be able to ever put him back.

I open my laptop and growl. Addison’s going to get her ass tanned. I pick up the pen that has been smashed in between the computer and stare at it and then the mess it created. My screen is cracked. It’s still usable, so I save the file, but I send my tech department a note to get me a new one. Addison is one tornado that I want sweeping through my life. I smile despite how much she just screwed up my day.

Chapter 2

Addison

Holy fuck. I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Tanner Bryant is a sexy asshole. I know he’s got issues, but I loved the way I set his teeth on edge. He was ready to have me tossed in the street. I’ll be back again. My panties are soaked. I’m so glad that I got out of there before I threw myself at him.

He sat at his desk, shocked and so damn good looking. I thought the picture had been photoshopped, but Mr. Suit is clearly way too sexy for the camera.

My pussy throbs as I walk up Michigan Avenue to the train. I get several looks on my way there, and I’m sure it’s because my face is so flush, and I have my cute hoodie wide open. I got worked up as I waited to confront him, I opened my coat. Now the chill of the air hits me. Shit, I zip it up to my chest and smile. “He said yes,” I whisper to myself.

I’m sliding my Ventra card over the turnstile when my phone rings. It’s Madison. “What did you say to him?”

“Nothing…why what did he say?” I’m already cringing. He probably wants to put a restraining order on me.

“He said he met you, and he’ll do it. That was it,” she says.

I chuckle because, of course, he gave them attitude. “I pissed him off big time. I’m on the train, so I’ll talk to you when I get to the apartment.”

“Okay. You better.” I hang up because my face is already tomato red, clashing with my hair. I take a seat and sigh. Luckily it’s early, so it’s not crowded yet. I open up my gallery and stare at the picture I stole from Emmitt’s phone. Damn, I can’t believe how attracted I still am. He’s a jerk. Then again, I’m sure I messed up his perfectly organized day. He’s more than a perfectionist. Emmitt told us that Tanner’s an uber smart guy who graduated at eleven from high school and college by eighteen after earning his master’s degree.

I’m the exact opposite. I’m good at being a temporary admin, but I don’t have my life planned out unless it’s having little Tanner babies.

The second I step through the door, Madison’s on me with Emmitt right behind her, handing me a cup of coffee. I put my hand up and then sit my ass down. “You don’t have to thank me. I think I caught him off guard. He was so damn surly, I almost enjoyed being kicked out of his office.”

“He kicked you out?” Madison starts huffing.

“Well, I did call him an asshole and a jerk.”

“So why did he say yes?”

“So, I’d leave.”

“Thanks. All I had to do was annoy him.”

“Probably. He didn’t know how to handle me slamming his computer closed on him.”

“Oh, hell no. No wonder. I thought for a second he liked you,” Emmitt says.

“Why would you think that?” I’m a little put out that it’s not the case because I’m even more attracted to Tanner.

“His text.” He shows me the text. Emmitt’s right. It could go either way, but after our meeting, I know he’s just glad to be rid of me.

“Oh well. Fuck it. I did my job. He doesn’t have to see me that often.”

“Actually, about that. As the wedding planner, you will. Plus, you two will have to practice walking down the aisle together.”

“Son of a bitch.” I drink my coffee with a scowl.

* * *

Three AM and I’m sitting straight up in my bed, sweating and aching between my legs. Why? I’ve been fascinated by the grumpy workaholic since Emmitt showed me his picture, and I need to get over it. Tossing the sheets off me, I swing my ass off the bed, and head into the kitchen for a cold drink.

A text on my phone startles me. You owe me your time. Tomorrow. Office at 9AM.

I work tomorrow.



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