Read Online Catching Liam (Good Girls Don't) by Sophia Bleu - Free Book Online

this assignment was to force me to consider what the other person needed based on what I knew about him.
    I thought back to the first activity we did together. Liam came from a large family, full of women, and apparently he spent a lot of time in the kitchen.
    “How can I help you?” I asked him, seizing on the most productive way to deal with the situation.
    “You can set the table,” he suggested.
    As he finished cooking the pasta, I opened cabinets and drawers looking for plates and utensils. It was a relief that he hadn’t gone over-the-top and presented me with a fancy, laid out dinner. There was something easy and natural about being in the kitchen with him like this. We moved like clockwork around each other as I pulled forks from the drawer, and he grabbed a salad from the fridge. When we sat down a few minutes later, I dug into the pasta, surprised by how well-cooked it was. It seemed Liam’s talents were not confined to waffle-making.
    “This is really good,” I said as I tore off a hunk of bread and sopped up some of the sauce with it.
    “You sound surprised.” Liam poured wine into two glasses and brought them over to us.
    “I thought the waffles might be a hat trick,” I said. “You know, that one thing you can do to impress girls.”
    Liam smirked as he took a sip of wine. “I’d like to think I have many ways to impress girls.”
    He leaned back in his chair, watching me eat, with more than casual interest. Meanwhile, I tried to ignore the strip of exposed skin right over his stomach where his fitted shirt had ridden up.
    “So Vivian seems nice,” I said in an attempt to change the subject.
    “She’s great,” he said. “Housing cost almost prevented me from coming this year, but she and Dr. Kemp offered to let me stay here. Their son started grad school this fall, so I think they like having me around. She was very chuffed that you were coming tonight.”
    “I’m an only child, and my parents wouldn’t even let me have sleepovers. I’m always surprised that there are people that like having me around,” I admitted, immediately wishing I could take it back. The confession made me even more vulnerable to him, and I didn’t like it.
    “Your parents sound like real pieces of work. I can’t even imagine my parents making me feel that way.”
    “Obviously, you have like twenty sisters, right?” It was one of the things I remembered from our earlier class assignment.
    “Five,” he said with a laugh. “But sometimes it feels like twenty.”
    “I hope you have more than one bathroom in your house.”
    “We have two. Why do you think I came to the States?” he asked, brushing his arm against mine as he reached for the garlic bread.
    The small gesture did funny things to my stomach, and I laid my fork down, not sure I could eat another bite.
    “Done?” he asked, his hand reaching out to grab my plate.
    “Yes. It was delicious, just as good as your waffles.”
    “I don’t know about that.” Liam stood and moved to the sink. He rinsed the plate and bent over the dishwasher, revealing his tight ass. I couldn’t look away even as Jess’s words flashed through my mind: Remember! A week!
    Except I wasn’t going to sleep with him. That would send him the wrong message, and between our conversations in class and tonight’s dinner, I was increasingly convinced that Liam was a relationship kind of guy. I stacked the rest of the dishes from the table and carried them to him in a bid to distract myself from staring at his ass any longer.
    “Thanks,” he said, taking them from me. “I got this.”
    “I’ll help,” I offered, but when I reached for a glass, it tumbled from my hand, shattering across the floor. I cursed and bent to start collecting the pieces.
    “Let me,” he said, retrieving a broom from the pantry.
    “I’m really sorry. I’m so clumsy.” I didn’t add that I wasn’t just a helpless clutz. I had a real reason for my clumsiness, but that was one thing I