A Perfect Ten
Forbidden Men # 5
Forbidden Men # 5
By: Linda Kage
Releasing March 30th, 2015
Let your hair down, Caroline, they said. It'll be fun, they said.
I know I've closed myself off in a major way in the past year, ever since “the incident” where I messed up my life completely. It's past time I try to live again or just give up completely. But this is quite possibly the craziest thing I've ever done. In a last ditch effort to invigorate myself, I'm standing outside Oren Tenning's bedroom, I just peeled off the sexiest pair of underwear I own, and my hand is already raised to knock. My brother would disown me for doing anything with his best friend, and he'd probably kill Oren. But if I play my cards right, no one will ever know about this. Not even Ten.
Maybe after tonight, I’ll finally get over this stupid, irrational crush I hate having on the biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Or maybe I’ll just end up falling for him even harder. Maybe I’ll discover there’s so much more to my crude, carefree hunk than meets the eye.
“Yo, Ham. I’m heading out.” He appeared out of nowhere beside me to tap our table and get his roommate’s attention.
I yelped because I hadn’t even noticed him moving toward our table. With a low growl, I scowled at him for startling me...or maybe for leaving now, because that meant he was still planning on meeting Kelly. The ass.
He met my gaze and paused. Reading something—though I’m not sure what—from my face, he leaned close to talk into my ear. “What? You’re not still mad at me for chasing off that little boy, are you?”
I sniffed and lifted my chin. “You’re never going let me date anyone without any kind of interference, are you?”
He watched me a moment longer, his intent expression harboring all his thoughts. Then he leaned in again. “How about this? If you ever find anyone good enough for you, I will step back and let you at him without even a single fuck-off glare in his direction.” Then he leaned even closer. “Problem is, I don’t think anyone will ever be good enough for the likes of you, baby doll.”
When he reached out slowly and caught a tendril of my hair, the achiest look entered his eyes. He studied the piece of hair he was methodically winding around his finger, and the way he watched it was just...I knew that look and recognized it intimately. Every time I saw him, I felt it rising from my own core, wanting, yet helpless to take.
A shudder wracked me. Once upon a time I’d told Zoey that if I knew for certain Oren really, truly liked me—liked me the way I liked him—I wouldn’t let Noel keep us apart. And I’d meant it.
I still meant it.
“Even you?” I asked him.
Linda grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, daughter, and nine cuckoo clocks. Her life's been blessed with lots of people to learn from and love. Writing's always been a major part of her world, and she is so happy to finally share some of her stories with other romance lovers.