My Temptation (Kingston Lane #1) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Kingston Lane Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
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Can a look give you goose bumps? Because I swear his is.

I can’t even say anything to Chloe because the reason we are here, the dick Dr. Grayson, hasn’t even looked her way.

“Is he going to talk to every fucking woman here tonight?” Chloe whispers angrily with her eyes locked on him. “I’m over here. You haven’t talked to me yet, you giant dickhead.”

“Right?” We watch Dr. Grayson for a moment. “What’s his first name again?” I ask.

“Blake.”

“Blake Grayson.” I twist my lips. “Hot name.”

“The name isn’t half of it.” Chloe eyes him. “He’d be great in bed.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Look at him, how could he not? He could just stand at the end of the bed naked, and I would orgasm.”

I giggle. “True.”

Dr. Grayson looks more like a model than a doctor, with sandy-brown hair and a square jaw, fit and buff.

“And he’s a pediatrician.” She sighs dreamily.

“That’s the killer, I have to agree.”

I glance back over to the handsome stranger to find him staring at me again. My stomach flutters. I can feel the air between us swirling, sexual tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

This man is a walking temptation.

“Lord have fucking mercy,” Chloe whispers.

“What?”

“Have you seen Dr. Grayson’s friend?”

Seen him? I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Who?” I act dumb.

“Oh fuck,” Chloe whispers, wide eyed as she looks over my shoulder. “He’s coming over.”

“Who?”

“The god.”

“What god?” My eyes widen.

“Act cool.”

“What?”

“Ladies,” a deep and husky voice purrs from behind me.

Oh crap.

I turn around to come face to face with piercing dark eyes.

Yep . . . he’s even better close up. “Hi,” I squeak.

What the hell is that mouse voice?

“I mean, hi,” I say lower.

Chloe smirks. “Hello.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he says as he holds out his hand. “I’m Henley James.”

Henley James.

“Chloe Willcox.” Chloe smiles as she shakes his hand.

He turns his attention to me, and I stare at him, tongue tied.

“And you are . . .” He raises his eyebrow.

“Juliet.” I force a shy smile. He takes my hand and shakes it. His thumb dusts over the back of my hand as he maintains eye contact.

Oh . . .

“Juliet who?” He gives me a slow sexy smile, knowing full well the effect he is having on my poor deprived hormones.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Drinkwater.”

“And do you?” he replies, his eyes still locked on mine.

“Do I . . .” I frown, confused.

“Drink water?”

“Yes, I do.” I fake a laugh that resembles a six-year-old’s.

Help.

Okay . . . what the hell? Please go away. You are too good looking for my brain to work.

“Would you like to go out with me, Juliet?” he asks.

My eyes flick to Chloe and then back to him. Did I hear that correctly? Huh?

“Well?” he prompts me.

“Um . . .” I take a sip of my champagne. “Like . . . on a date.”

His mischievous eyes light up. “Yes, like a date.”

“Oh, um.” Answer him, fool. “Okay.”

He gives me that slow sexy smile again. “Shall we say . . . Friday night?”

A goofy grin begins to come over my face, and I inwardly stop myself.

Act cool.

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” I reply.

He chuckles as if knowing my game. “Sure.” He pulls out a business card and passes it over. “Call me.” Then without warning he leans over and kisses my cheek; his lips linger for a beat on my skin, and the smell of his aftershave wafts around me. Then he turns and walks casually across the room back to his friends.

Chloe and I stare after him, shocked.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Chloe whispers. “Did that just happen?”

I glance down at the card he gave me.

H E N L E Y. J A M E S

ENGINEERING

044 289 0777

“He’s an engineer,” I whisper.

“Who gives a fuck. I would sleep with him if he was homeless.”

I giggle and turn my back to him. Can’t seem too interested.

Chloe clinks her glass with mine and winks. “Well done.”

It’s Thursday night. I’m on my couch, and I need to get my act together. I’ve been nervous about this all week. I chew on my thumbnail as I stare at the business card.

“Just call him,” Chloe says. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“He could be a dick, that’s what.”

“Listen to me,” she says, deadpan. “He’s fucking gorgeous, and gorgeous men are an endangered species, practically extinct. So when you find one, you need to grab him with both hands. Not to mention that he asked you on a date and gave you his card. He wants you to call him. You’re not just some random chick off the street.”

“You’re right.”

“Here’s the plan: you call him, you two fall madly in love, and then you set your friend up with his friend, Dr. Grayson.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s so simple when you put it like that.”



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