Read Online Dirty Dix (Hard Love Romance #1) by Monica James - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Monica James
Ads: Link
Madison’s sparkling green eyes shine up at me in amusement.
“We’ve gotta stop bumping into one another this way.” She smiles, tucking a curl of sweaty hair behind her ear.
She looks damp, puffed and perfect. Her tight shorts and crop top reveal way too much milky white skin, and once again I find myself staring at her like a creepy old pervert. What is it about this girl that leaves me tongue-tied?
“What are you doing here?” she asks when I remain silent.
Her innocent question however, has me feeling like an even dirtier old man, but I coolly reply, “Just visiting a friend.”
She looks down at my unkempt state, not at all believing my pathetic lie. But she nods, not questioning it. “Oh, cool. I was just coming back from a run. Not that I needed to clarify that.” She shuffles her sneaker-clad feet with a small smirk.
I chuckle, and realize she’s just as tongue-tied as me.
“What are you doing now?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
“Um, nothing,” I reply. “Why?”
“Well, I was just going to head upstairs for a quick shower then head out to grab a bite to eat. Would you like to come?”
Totally ignoring her breakfast invitation, I ask, “You live here ?” and I point above me.
Madison smiles and nervously nods. “Yes. My stepfather owns the building, and with apartments costing a small fortune in New York, it makes sense to live here.”
I whistle. “The entire building? Wow. I’m impressed.”
But regardless of how impressed I am, there is no way in hell I’m going back upstairs. But I find myself really wanting to accept Madison’s invitation.
She must be able to read my dilemma as she quickly says, “You know what, don’t worry about it. I can’t smell any worse than you do.” She bumps into me playfully, laughing at my pallid expression.
Realizing she’s joking, I instantly relax and bump her back. “Well, Sporty Spice, for that comment, you’re buying.”
----
“ S porty Spice ? Um, Dixon, you really showed your age then,” Madison teases as she drowns her waffles in syrup.
We’re sitting in the smallest diner known to mankind, and to be honest, I didn’t even know it existed. But Madison promised the food was to die for and not to judge its inside by its outer appearance. I try not to read too much into that relevant comment, and rather focus on the fact that this 120-pound girl has enough food in front of her to feed a small starving nation. I have no idea where she puts it, as I highly doubt Madison is a puker.
She senses me watching her and slowly raises her attentive eyes. “What?”
“Nothing,” I reply with a smirk, focusing my attention on sipping my coffee.
“This is why I run every morning,” she explains, adding more salt to her scrambled eggs.
“Every morning? Damn, that’s commitment.”
“I start class at nine, so I’m up early anyway,” she says with a shrug. “I may as well start my day off being healthy, because God knows, as it progresses I’m anything but.” She smirks, picking up her fork and knife, ready to dig into her waffles.
The mention of class has me wondering what she does. “What do you study?” I ask, reaching for the cream cheese.
“I’m at Columbia, studying nursing. Well, I just started a dual degree. Eventually, I would like to end up specializing in midwifery,” she replies, and takes a small bite of her sugary treat.
I’m slightly taken aback, as I really hadn’t given much thought to her occupation. Now that I know what it is, I find myself being even more attracted to her as I know she’s got brains as well as beauty.
“A dual degree? So, a Bachelor and a Master’s of Science?”
“Yeah,” she replies with a coy nod.
“That’s pretty incredible. A dual degree is a lot to take on. You must be a downright genius, or plain crazy,” I respond with a grin.
Madison laughs, and the sound is absolutely wonderful. “Maybe a bit of both. So, how do you know it’s a lot of work?”
I usually
“We’ve gotta stop bumping into one another this way.” She smiles, tucking a curl of sweaty hair behind her ear.
She looks damp, puffed and perfect. Her tight shorts and crop top reveal way too much milky white skin, and once again I find myself staring at her like a creepy old pervert. What is it about this girl that leaves me tongue-tied?
“What are you doing here?” she asks when I remain silent.
Her innocent question however, has me feeling like an even dirtier old man, but I coolly reply, “Just visiting a friend.”
She looks down at my unkempt state, not at all believing my pathetic lie. But she nods, not questioning it. “Oh, cool. I was just coming back from a run. Not that I needed to clarify that.” She shuffles her sneaker-clad feet with a small smirk.
I chuckle, and realize she’s just as tongue-tied as me.
“What are you doing now?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
“Um, nothing,” I reply. “Why?”
“Well, I was just going to head upstairs for a quick shower then head out to grab a bite to eat. Would you like to come?”
Totally ignoring her breakfast invitation, I ask, “You live here ?” and I point above me.
Madison smiles and nervously nods. “Yes. My stepfather owns the building, and with apartments costing a small fortune in New York, it makes sense to live here.”
I whistle. “The entire building? Wow. I’m impressed.”
But regardless of how impressed I am, there is no way in hell I’m going back upstairs. But I find myself really wanting to accept Madison’s invitation.
She must be able to read my dilemma as she quickly says, “You know what, don’t worry about it. I can’t smell any worse than you do.” She bumps into me playfully, laughing at my pallid expression.
Realizing she’s joking, I instantly relax and bump her back. “Well, Sporty Spice, for that comment, you’re buying.”
----
“ S porty Spice ? Um, Dixon, you really showed your age then,” Madison teases as she drowns her waffles in syrup.
We’re sitting in the smallest diner known to mankind, and to be honest, I didn’t even know it existed. But Madison promised the food was to die for and not to judge its inside by its outer appearance. I try not to read too much into that relevant comment, and rather focus on the fact that this 120-pound girl has enough food in front of her to feed a small starving nation. I have no idea where she puts it, as I highly doubt Madison is a puker.
She senses me watching her and slowly raises her attentive eyes. “What?”
“Nothing,” I reply with a smirk, focusing my attention on sipping my coffee.
“This is why I run every morning,” she explains, adding more salt to her scrambled eggs.
“Every morning? Damn, that’s commitment.”
“I start class at nine, so I’m up early anyway,” she says with a shrug. “I may as well start my day off being healthy, because God knows, as it progresses I’m anything but.” She smirks, picking up her fork and knife, ready to dig into her waffles.
The mention of class has me wondering what she does. “What do you study?” I ask, reaching for the cream cheese.
“I’m at Columbia, studying nursing. Well, I just started a dual degree. Eventually, I would like to end up specializing in midwifery,” she replies, and takes a small bite of her sugary treat.
I’m slightly taken aback, as I really hadn’t given much thought to her occupation. Now that I know what it is, I find myself being even more attracted to her as I know she’s got brains as well as beauty.
“A dual degree? So, a Bachelor and a Master’s of Science?”
“Yeah,” she replies with a coy nod.
“That’s pretty incredible. A dual degree is a lot to take on. You must be a downright genius, or plain crazy,” I respond with a grin.
Madison laughs, and the sound is absolutely wonderful. “Maybe a bit of both. So, how do you know it’s a lot of work?”
I usually
Similar Books
