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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First stop, this garden.

I hear Carol’s voice. “Hello, Juliet.”

I glance up. “Hi.”

I keep weeding. Go away, Carol, I am so not in the mood.

“Did you hear that Ethel’s daughter is coming to live with her?”

“Is she?” I reply, but my mind is off on a tangent.

“She’s coming to seduce Henley, if you ask me.”

“Wait, what?” I look up at her. “Who is coming to seduce Henley?” I ask, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Oh, Ethel’s daughter, Taryn. She’s always had her eye on him, that one. And now that her marriage has broken up, of course this is the first place she comes.”

“What’s she like?”

“Gorgeous.” She widens her eyes. “Real supermodel material.”

Fucking great.

I begin to dig with vigor. I don’t care. He’s nothing to me, I think as Carol walks off.

Poof to him.

He’s the gift that keeps on giving. Dreaming about having sex with him is bad enough; watching him actually do it with everybody else is going to be a frigging nightmare.

I need to get a boyfriend, and I need to get one quick.

A procession of cars pulls up and parks out front. And I look up to see all my work friends. A heap of them.

Oh no.

“What are you all doing here?” I gasp.

“Surprise!” they all call. Some are carrying plants; others are carrying platters of food or bottles of wine. “It’s a surprise housewarming.”

“What?”

Oh god, no.

“Great,” I lie. This is the very last thing I want to do today.

Chloe told me she was bringing over her mother to visit this afternoon. I had no idea that they planned this.

“Come in, come in.” I stand. “I look a wreck.”

Chloe kisses my cheek. “Happy housewarming, babe.”

I put my arm around her as we walk inside. “I’m going to kill you—you know that, don’t you?” I mutter under my breath.

“Totally.”

Henley

I rub the chamois over the trunk of my car as I finish drying the last of it off.

A loud burst of laughter comes from the front porch of Juliet’s house, and I glance over.

What’s going on over there?

She better not think I’ll be putting up with another Saturday night of her noisy-dog shenanigans.

My mind goes back to last weekend and her little white dress.

It’s the only thing I can think about.

I rub the car trunk so hard the paint nearly peels off.

She’s nothing but a pain in my ass. Why she would have the audacity to move here is beyond me. I mean, what’s she playing at? Who does she think she is?

I keep drying my car at double speed.

Kingston Lane is ruined forever.

Unbelievable.

I rub the trunk harder.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, and the number comes up.

Vanessa.

Hmm. “Hi.” I smirk.

“Hey, you,” a seductive voice purrs down the line.

“Whatcha doin’?” I smile.

I love hearing from this woman. She never demands a relationship. Uncomplicated, hot, and doesn’t have an annoying dog or live next door.

“I’m working until nine, but maybe I’ll swing by tonight on my way home? I haven’t seen you in a while,” she replies.

If anyone can fix my mood, Vanessa can. “Sounds good.” I smile. “See you then.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

I stuff my phone back in my pocket and get back to work.

“Hi,” a man’s voice sounds from my driveway.

“Hello,” I say. “Can I help you?”

“Yes.” He smiles and holds his hand out to shake mine. “I’m Warren.”

“Henley.” I frown. Do I know this guy?

“I’m Juliet’s friend,” he says. He’s a good-looking blond guy, around my age, early thirties. “I’m just visiting her next door and wanted to come over and meet you.”

Why?

“Okay.”

“I know that you and her are together now,” he continues.

I frown. “Excuse me?”

“She told me all about you and how her boyfriend lives next door.”

“She did?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Did she?” I rub my car as I think of something to say. “So she told you this because . . . I’m guessing you asked her out?”

“I was going to.” He shrugs sadly. “But she told me about you and her first.”

I inwardly roll my eyes. Of course she did. Uses me as a scapegoat for rejecting this poor pathetic bastard.

This woman is the living end.

“I just want to make sure you know how special she is.” He shrugs.

“She’s definitely special, all right.” I smile through gritted teeth.

Especially fucking annoying.

I widen my eyes as I keep drying the car.

Unbelievable.

“Look after her, hey?” he asks.

I fake a smile. “I will. Thanks for coming over. Nice to meet you, Warren.”

Go home, loser.

“Goodbye,” he says. I watch him walk back to Juliet’s house as smoke begins to steam from my ears.

I sit in the golf garden in the middle of the cul-de-sac while the boys play cards and have a few beers. I’m too angry to play.

“What’s up with you?” Blake asks.

“Nothing.” I sip my beer, distracted by the laughter coming from Juliet’s house.



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