Read Online When Chemistry Wins (The Dark Horse Trilogy Book 1) by Cynthia Dane - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Cynthia Dane
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Ads: Link
making sure neither of our fathers win would be the only way we could be together.”
He really is crazy. Kerri almost had to laugh. What Hunter proposed was preposterous. And yet… she did not doubt the urgency in his voice. It almost seemed as if he loved her. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves yet,” she said, placing her hand over Hunter’s.
The strength behind the squeeze he gave her shoulder sent a pleasurable shock down her spine. “You’re right,” he said with a steady breath. “I’m being brash. I don’t even know how you feel about me yet.”
Something about the way he said that – “How you feel about me…” – made Kerri’s throat go dry. Did Hunter love her? Impossible. They had only known each other for a week and a half, and had only seen each other on three occasions. Anything he felt for her was pure lust. Maybe budding friendship. But love? Whatever he felt, it was not worth destroying his father’s career, regardless of how he planned on doing that. And to ask Kerri to do that to her father? Hunter admitted that it was brash, but…
One single wall fell down around Kerri’s heart. He wants to date me openly. Naturally. If she were anyone else, he could do so. As the daughter of the opposition, however, Hunter could have merely plucked her between the legs and then forgotten about her. But he talked as if he were going to take her to his parents and introduce her as his girlfriend any day now. He can’t. Another wall fell down. Kerri realized that she would like to do more than sneak around with a handsome young man who was good in bed.
She wanted to take him home to her family as well.
The only way to do that would be if neither of their fathers won the election. Kerri would make no promises that day, nor the next day. Right now she only wanted for Hunter to kiss her, as if they had nothing better to do than have silly dreams and ideals.
Chapter 6
A man can’t get any privacy to text anymore. So thought Hunter as he went out of his way to find a private corner in his home so he could text with his girlfriend. Seems strange to call her that. And yet it wasn’t strange. From the moment he first kissed Kerri, Hunter knew that she was the exact woman he wanted to call his.
It was a bit difficult to chat with her, however, when his house was full of campaign people. A sudden storm had swept through the region, drenching the highways and other motorways with enough rain to flood the storm drains and creeks around the Halls’ manor, meaning Terrence stayed home with his campaign manager and other cohorts. The house was spacious, of course, but it wasn’t enough room for half a hundred people coming and going as the waters receded. The dining and living rooms were completely overtaken with men and women on phones, fliers stacked as high as Hunter was tall, and enough neckties and cufflinks to kill a small army.
Hunter was used to this sort of bedlam. But when his bedroom was overtaken by a small group of reporters, Hunter discovered there were few places a young man could go to in order to exchange sweet texts with his secret girlfriend.
“I miss you and can’t wait to see you again,” he told Kerri. It was true. The longer he went without seeing Kerri, the more he was likely to see her in everything around him. A bouquet of roses next to him in the hallway made him think of Kerri. At first he wasn’t sure why, other than she was beautiful and they were beautiful. Then he realized that he was attracted to their floral scent, the same kind of perfume Kerri spritzed on every time he saw her. I’ll start calling her Rosie. He texted that very thing to her.
“Thanks Shakespeare. And I miss you too. When are we meeting again?”
Hunter was surprised that Kerri wanted to meet up with him again so soon, simply because they had not parted on the best note the other day when he suggested they find a way to bring their fathers off their high horses.
He really is crazy. Kerri almost had to laugh. What Hunter proposed was preposterous. And yet… she did not doubt the urgency in his voice. It almost seemed as if he loved her. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves yet,” she said, placing her hand over Hunter’s.
The strength behind the squeeze he gave her shoulder sent a pleasurable shock down her spine. “You’re right,” he said with a steady breath. “I’m being brash. I don’t even know how you feel about me yet.”
Something about the way he said that – “How you feel about me…” – made Kerri’s throat go dry. Did Hunter love her? Impossible. They had only known each other for a week and a half, and had only seen each other on three occasions. Anything he felt for her was pure lust. Maybe budding friendship. But love? Whatever he felt, it was not worth destroying his father’s career, regardless of how he planned on doing that. And to ask Kerri to do that to her father? Hunter admitted that it was brash, but…
One single wall fell down around Kerri’s heart. He wants to date me openly. Naturally. If she were anyone else, he could do so. As the daughter of the opposition, however, Hunter could have merely plucked her between the legs and then forgotten about her. But he talked as if he were going to take her to his parents and introduce her as his girlfriend any day now. He can’t. Another wall fell down. Kerri realized that she would like to do more than sneak around with a handsome young man who was good in bed.
She wanted to take him home to her family as well.
The only way to do that would be if neither of their fathers won the election. Kerri would make no promises that day, nor the next day. Right now she only wanted for Hunter to kiss her, as if they had nothing better to do than have silly dreams and ideals.
Chapter 6
A man can’t get any privacy to text anymore. So thought Hunter as he went out of his way to find a private corner in his home so he could text with his girlfriend. Seems strange to call her that. And yet it wasn’t strange. From the moment he first kissed Kerri, Hunter knew that she was the exact woman he wanted to call his.
It was a bit difficult to chat with her, however, when his house was full of campaign people. A sudden storm had swept through the region, drenching the highways and other motorways with enough rain to flood the storm drains and creeks around the Halls’ manor, meaning Terrence stayed home with his campaign manager and other cohorts. The house was spacious, of course, but it wasn’t enough room for half a hundred people coming and going as the waters receded. The dining and living rooms were completely overtaken with men and women on phones, fliers stacked as high as Hunter was tall, and enough neckties and cufflinks to kill a small army.
Hunter was used to this sort of bedlam. But when his bedroom was overtaken by a small group of reporters, Hunter discovered there were few places a young man could go to in order to exchange sweet texts with his secret girlfriend.
“I miss you and can’t wait to see you again,” he told Kerri. It was true. The longer he went without seeing Kerri, the more he was likely to see her in everything around him. A bouquet of roses next to him in the hallway made him think of Kerri. At first he wasn’t sure why, other than she was beautiful and they were beautiful. Then he realized that he was attracted to their floral scent, the same kind of perfume Kerri spritzed on every time he saw her. I’ll start calling her Rosie. He texted that very thing to her.
“Thanks Shakespeare. And I miss you too. When are we meeting again?”
Hunter was surprised that Kerri wanted to meet up with him again so soon, simply because they had not parted on the best note the other day when he suggested they find a way to bring their fathers off their high horses.
Similar Books
