Return of the Jerk (Sweet Life in Seattle, Book 2) by Simonne Andrea

Author:Simonne, Andrea [Simonne, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Return of the Jerk
Publisher: Liebe Publishing
Published: 2015-09-17T07:00:00+00:00

“WHAT THE HELL is this?” Nathan mutters when he sees the air mattress sitting on the floor next to his desk, all neatly made up for bed.

Christ.

He’s had a shitty day, and this is the last thing he wants to deal with. First, he gets a call from the technical consultant he hired last week, filling him in on a whole list of problems with his website’s expansion. Then Marla calls him this morning, asking him if he’d come help with a surprise gift for Kiki’s wedding. He said yes, because he wanted to do something nice for his little sister.

Turns out Marla’s idea of a ‘surprise’ involved him driving her around in her black Escalade all day, going from store to store looking at furniture. He figured she wanted him to help pay for something and then help carry it, but that wasn’t it at all. She was just spinning her wheels, wasting their time.

“Look, Marla, I’m done. I can’t look at another couch. Just let me know the amount, and I’ll give you the money.”

“I thought you wanted to help me pick out something nice for the happy couple.” She slid her hand down his arm. “We’re going to be family soon, after all.”

“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath.

When they weren’t looking at couches, Marla wouldn’t stop talking about her divorce, telling him every intimate detail. Going on about how lonely she felt, about what a prick her ex was—not that he’s ever met the guy, though apparently he was unfaithful to her.

“You and I had a real good thing once, didn’t we, Road?” she asked, putting her hand on his leg. “You have to admit that.”

“Sure, I guess.” In truth, he remembered how she was always a little crazy, even back then.

“I hear you’ve become some kind of successful blogger now. Your mom was telling me all about it the other day.”

He frowned, wishing his mom would quit bragging to everybody about him, not to mention learn who her real friends were.

Then there was the way Marla kept putting her hands on him as he was driving her car. Touching his arms and chest, rubbing his thigh, even trying to grab his dick. “Jesus, Marla, cut it out.” But she only laughed. He kept swatting her hands away, dodging her lascivious fingers. She was aggressive as hell, and he damned near felt molested. At one point, she actually straddled him in the driver’s seat after he parked the car.

“God, you were always so handsome.” Marla licked her lips. “And you still are.”

“Thanks.” He had his hands on her waist, trying to pick her up and remove her from his lap without hurting her. “Can you get off me?”

“Do you still think I’m hot? You used to, remember?”

“Sure, course.”

“Let’s go back to my house and spend the afternoon in bed. What do you say?”

“Listen, Marla, I’m married,” Nathan said with relief, remembering he had the perfect out.

“Oh, come on, that’s bullshit. You and Little Miss Priss? I know you’re not serious.

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