Read Online Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances Book 2) by Jennifer L. Allen - Free Book Online Page B

Kate is a woman. A young woman, but still a woman. She’s twenty-one now, I’m twenty-four. Age-wise, we’re perfect. It’s everything else that doesn’t line up.
    I’m a mechanic…she’s a med student.
    I’m poor…she’s rich
    I’m going nowhere…and she has so much potential.
    My pity train is derailed by the sound of the bathroom door opening. I immediately smell the fruity scent of her soap in the humid air that escapes. It smells good.
    “Sorry I took so long,” she says as she walks towards the living room, still drying her wet hair with a towel. When she walks out from behind the couch, my jaw drops at the sight of her pajamas. Is she trying to kill me? She’s wearing tiny blue shorts with a matching tank top that has glittery shit on it. But let’s talk about what she’s not wearing for a moment, shall we? A bra. And judging by the lack of panty lines on her ass as she bends over to look at the shelf near the TV, she’s not wearing panties either. “It just feels so good to take a long, hot shower after being on my feet for so long.”
    Oh, right. She had been saying something when I zoned out on her curves. “It’s okay,” I tell her, focusing on the first thing she’d said. My freaking voice squeaks just like it did when I’d hit puberty a dozen years ago. I clear my throat. “Nice place.” She pauses in her perusal of the shelves and looks over her shoulder at me. The little minx knows exactly what she’s doing. I can tell by the tiny smirk on her face.
    “Thanks,” she says, then looks back at the shelf. “My parents paid for everything, but Casey and I picked it all out and set it up ourselves. Ah-ha!” she plucks a case off the shelf and squats down to place the disc in the player. Lord, have mercy. She has the sexiest little ass I’ve ever seen, and I can see a lot of it right about now.
    I clench my hands into fists and shift slightly to relieve the sudden tension in my pants. A tension that’s intensified when she flops down on the couch— right next to me —and tucks her legs beneath her body. She’s just a hairsbreadth away and I can feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. In and out. Up and down. In and out. Up and down.
    Thought process not helping!
    The opening credits of the movie start. I completely missed the menu screen telling me what we’re watching since I’d been stuck in my own private little hell in my head.
    Don’t look at her breasts.
    But they’re right there, ever so slightly brushing against my arm. Suddenly, the popular soundtrack of the movie infiltrates my senses, and my eyes dart from her…sparkly shirt…to the television.
    “ Halloween? ” I ask her, surprised at her movie selection.
    She nods happily, her eyes glued to the screen. “One of my most favorite movies ever.”
    I smile. My kind of girl. I love a good, old-school horror flick. I never could get into the newer ones that are all about gore and torture and violence. I’ve seen that kind of shit up close, and there’s nothing entertaining about it. Old-school horror movies leave a lot more to the viewers’ imaginations. Nothing like scaring the crap out of yourself.
    “Oooh!” She pops up off the couch and runs off to the kitchen. “I forgot the popcorn.”
    “Want me to pause the movie?”
    “Nope, I’ve seen it a thousand times. I’ll be right there.” I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and the microwave open and close, then the beep of the buttons. “What would you like to drink?” she calls out to me.
    “What do you have?” I ask.
    “Wine, beer, water, soda.”
    “Beer’s good,” I tell her. I can have one now, and it should be out of my system when the movie is over, and I’m ready to ride home in a couple hours.
    Another minute or so later, and the microwave beeps. The jack-o-lantern only just left the screen, so she hasn’t missed much of the movie. She rustles around in the kitchen some more before finally appearing holding two beer bottles by