Page 15 of Miss Behaved
I attach the photo and hit send.
Kennedy: Damn… Was he born looking like that? Because now I get it.
Kennedy: But if Zac asks, I never said that.
Luce: Mon, you failed to mention you lost your virginity to a Greek god. Does he have a brother?
Me: Only child.
Commotion at the front of the room catches my attention.
Me: Presentation’s about to start. Got to go. TTYL, ladies!
Kennedy: Good luck.
Luce: She’s gonna need it…
Luce: Ask if he has any hot friends!
I slide my phone into my purse and sit back, crossing my arms over my chest. Carson’s eyes dip down to where my breasts are being pushed up by my arms, so I fold my hands in my lap instead.
“I didn’t mind the view.” His eyes move back to the front of the room, but he doesn’t drop the devilish grin.
“I’m sure you didn’t.” I kick my knee out to knock him in the leg, and his whole body stiffens.
“So.” He scratches the back of his neck and looks down at my phone in my purse. “You gonna tell me what that was about?”
“Nope.”
It makes him chuckle.
I hate how easy it is to feel comfortable around him. Like muscle memory. Blurring how everything ended between us and pushing us into the same pattern we carried on for years.
Carson reaches over and takes another berry off my plate.
“You want it?” He holds it out, offering it to me first. My traitorous mouth wants to wrap around his fingers and suck the fruit out of them. But I manage to shake my head and watch as he takes it between his teeth instead.
The pressure between my legs throbs. I never felt that with Steven—or anyone else, for that matter. It’s like Carson was the first taste of pleasure my body had, and from that moment it decided it would only respond to him.
Luckily, a speaker takes the podium and gives me a much-needed distraction.
Tina Tate. Renowned erotica author, sex-kitten, legs-for-days, Carson-is-probably-checking-her-out-right-now Tina Tate.
I chance a glance at him, but he’s back on his phone.
Does he have a girlfriend?
He asked me last night about my relationship status, and I got the faintest hint he was coming on to me, but then he just walked away.
“Risks,” Tina says, turning on a slideshow. A half-naked hunk and a woman in a blindfold fill the screen.
That gets Carson’s attention.
“Risks,” Tina says again, flipping through a few more slides. They’re a mix of sex and extreme sports. “My first published book was historical fiction, and it didn’t sell. Not because of the genre, but because my heart wasn’t in it. I knew I wanted to be an author. I saw my future in writing. But I wasn’t writing the right thing.”
She clicks to the next slide, and it’s a woman being ravaged in bed by two men.
“And here I thought a romance convention would be boring.” Carson snickers under his breath.
