Read Online Deep (The Pagano Family Book 4) by Susan Fanetti - Free Book Online

Romeo just loved her friend; it was written all over his face. He was a big, apparently intimidating monster of a man, but he was a genuinely good guy, and for his girl, he was a cupcake. And Sky was just the same; they gave each other exactly what they needed. Sky had much better taste in men than Bev. All Bev had ever gotten from a man was hurt.
     
    Chris was right. So she shook it off, turned her back to the dark booth at the side of the room, and danced with her friend.
     
     
    ~oOo~
     
     
    A couple of hours later, Bev and her friends were beginning to wind down. Her feet, bound up in high-heeled, strappy shoes chosen for looks rather than comfort, were sore. Her hair was damp and coming loose from dancing, and she was fair-to-middling drunk. Chris, the night’s designated driver, had switched to water and lost any shred of enthusiasm for the night shortly thereafter. But Romeo and Sky were still canoodling on the dance floor while Bev and Chris sat at the bar.
     
    Bev had tried hard to ignore the booth the rest of the evening, but her eyes had darted that direction of their own volition a few times. It seemed that Nick had never left his seat. People came and went—mostly men—but he stayed put. She didn’t understand why he’d even come to a place like this if he’d intended to simply sit and hold court.
     
    “I’m going to take a piss. See if you can’t get Romeo and his Juliet off the dance floor. It’s a long drive home.” Chris slid off his barstool and headed to the bathrooms. Feeling tired and disheartened, Bev didn’t bother signaling to the lovebirds.
     
    Somebody sat in Chris’s seat, and she turned to tell whoever it was that the seat was taken. But it was Nick, that half-smile on his face. He leaned in close and spoke into her ear. “Where’d your boyfriend go?”
     
    She turned to his ear to answer, and was caught up in his scent. Clean and male, a faint linger of tobacco. “He’s in the john, and he’s not my boyfriend. Where’s your girlfriend tonight?”
     
    “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
     
    Well, that was news. Bev had seen her going out of the building as she’d been coming in just a couple of days ago. “Really.”
     
    “Really. Come home with me tonight.”
     
    Bev nearly choked on her vodka tonic, but she managed to stay fairly cool. “What?”
     
    He didn’t answer, except with his eyes.
     
    “Are you looking for a revenge fuck? Or a rebound thing?”
     
    “I don’t rebound. And when I seek revenge, this is not how I do it.”
     
    Something was very wrong with Bev. That sentence should have scared her straight out of the club. Instead, it made her wet. She was turned on by the rumble of menace in his statement, so turned on she couldn’t resist shifting on her stool, rubbing her legs together. But she didn’t know what to say.
     
    “I don’t want your heart, Beverly. I want your body. I won’t ask again.”
     
    If he hadn’t punctuated that sentence by running a finger over her shoulder and down her arm, maybe she would have said no. But he had. So instead of being smart and refusing him—if in fact that would have been the smart choice; she wasn’t completely clear on that—she put her mouth to his ear and said, “I need to tell my friends.”
     
    He put his hand on her chin and turned her face to his. “Do. Then come back to my booth. You drink vodka tonic?”
     
    She nodded.
     
    “I’ll have one waiting.” His thumb moved over her lips, making all the muscles between her hips clench, and then he was off the stool and heading back to his booth.
     
    Bev’s heart was pounding so hard it hurt. Oh, hell’s bells.
     
    “Are they ready to go?” Chris was back.
     
    “I…I didn’t check.” She swallowed. He wasn’t going to understand this at all. “I’m…Chris, I’m staying.”
     
    His brows drew in. “Please?”
     
    “I’m staying. Nick asked me to stay, and he’ll take me home. I’m staying.”
     
    Chris began