Big Bad Bouncer (Misters of Manhattan Book 2) by Lana Lachlan

Author:Lana Lachlan [Lachlan, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2020-04-12T16:00:00+00:00

He’d told her to call him at the gym, but Anna went straight to his loft. Blake Sutton or one of his friends would follow her but what did it matter when her life was over anyway. And besides, there were worse things than Blake Sutton’s threats. There was Gage. The liar who’d used her for his entertainment. Because in Anna’s mind, leaving something out was the same as lying. She should have known that a man who looked that bad would be bad. Everything about him screamed bad but she’d been too blinded by lust to see the obvious. In the motel she’d connected to him emotionally almost to the point of confiding her doubts about marrying Julian. Thank God she hadn’t shared.

There was no response to her knock on the loft door so sliding it back a few inches, she braced for Axel’s bark. Instead he came to the door wagging his tail and licking her hand when she stroked his head. She called Gage’s name and getting no answer, sat down on the sofa, debating whether to stay or leave. Being Friday morning, he probably wouldn’t be working so Anna decided to fix herself coffee and wait. Bravely she faced the kitchen, but the sight of dirty dishes piled in the sink and a stove with an inch of grease ended that idea.

Instead, she wandered around the loft, sidestepping Gage’s clothes left on the floor by the unmade bed. He might be angry at her breaking in but what did she care. He’d broken into her life, lied to her, spoiled everything by bringing her to his dirty loft. She could do whatever she liked.

Anna pushed half-heartedly at the heavy punching bag hanging by the window. It hardly moved, so she pushed it again and when it swung a little, prodded it several times. She imagined the bag being Blake Sutton’s head and in a sudden burst of anger, punched it as hard as she could.

“You’ll break your wrist doing it like that.”

Gage’s growl spun her around. His arms were full of beer and boxes of frozen food, a newspaper tucked in an armpit. Even in old black sweatpants and tee, ratty trainers and a ball cap turned backwards, Anna still felt the familiar throb of need. No matter how much she disliked the brute and his dirty habits, she couldn’t stop the wanting.

“I told you to call the gym,” he said, dumping the contents of his arms on the countertop. “Wasn’t I clear enough?”

He only had to open his mouth to fire her up. “I want to talk to you, you jerk.”

Why did she have to be so rude to him? Here she was, picking a fight with the one person who could help her.

He began filling his refrigerator with beer while she tapped a toe impatiently. “I’ve got something to say to you, Mr. Gage.”

He lifted an indifferent shoulder, adding to her impatience. “I’m expecting company, princess, so unless you plan to join in, this isn’t a good time.

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