Born to Be Wild: Welcome to Paradise, Book 3 Read Online Free

“We haven’t seen each other since high school, Jake. Did you honestly think I’d take one look at you and fall into bed with you again?”
    “Yes.”
    Cocky bastard.
    But damn if her thighs didn’t quiver at the thought.
    You’re not a bad girl anymore. You never were.
    She lifted her chin, gathering up her resolve. No matter how gorgeous Jake was, no matter how much her body responded to him, she wouldn’t sleep with him tonight. That ship had sailed a long time ago, and falling back into old habits—bad habits—wasn’t something she could afford to do right now. She had an important lawsuit about to go to trial, a house she was still in the process of decorating, a life that didn’t include Jake Bishop.
    Or sex with Jake Bishop.
    “Sorry to disappoint, but the only thing that’s on the table is dinner,” she said firmly.
    The sultry heat of his silver eyes penetrated her body. “What happened to the Bree Lockhart who used to be up for anything?”
    “She grew up.” Bree rolled her eyes. “Evidently, you haven’t.”
    He flashed her a grin, that crooked badass grin that never failed in making her melt. “Growing up is overrated, sweetheart.”
    “If you say so.” She slanted her head. “So, dinner?”
    He shrugged. “Dinner it is.” He looked around the crowded ballroom, focusing on the auction in progress. The bachelors were taking their turns on the stage, but Jake didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in the festivities. “Wanna get out of here now?”
    Her heart skipped another beat and she had to chastise herself for getting excited. This was nothing more than dinner. Dinner between old friends. Old lovers. Just because Jake was eyeing her like he wanted to get her naked didn’t mean she’d let him. She was thirty years old, for Pete’s sake. A strong, resilient woman who could surely fight off the advances of one Jake Bishop.
    Right?
    “Sure,” she agreed. “But I’m serious, Jake, this is dinner .”
    He reached for her arm, and the warmth of his touch seared her skin and sent shockwaves of desire through her body. “Of course,” he assured her. The wolfish twinkle in his eyes totally betrayed his casual tone.
    “I mean it,” she insisted.
    “Uh-huh.”
    Bree gulped and followed him out of the ballroom.

Chapter Two
    Jake wanted to lick every inch of Bree’s delectable body. Unfortunately, she was sitting all the way across the table, and there was all this damn food between them, acting like a barrier. He couldn’t believe how incredible she looked. And he’d forgotten how frickin’ smart she was. As she spoke in length about her latest case—a lawsuit against a pharmaceutical company that had knowingly sold defective drugs—it surprised him to discover that he was actually interested in everything she had to say.  
    “What are you thinking about?”
    Her soft voice drew him out of his thoughts. Jake met her eyes, then reached for his wine. The stem of the pansy-ass glass was too skinny, and he felt awkward holding the damn thing.
    “Jake?” she prompted.
    “Trust me, you don’t want to know what I’m thinking,” he finally said.
    Her blue eyes flickered with irritation. “You haven’t changed at all.”
    “Should I have?” He smirked. “You always seemed to like me just the way I was.”
    “Rough, crude, complete lack of restraint, smartass remarks?” She tilted her head, causing her raven hair to fall over one shoulder. “It was all very exciting when I was seventeen. Not so much anymore.”
    “Bullshit.” He let out a deep chuckle. “You still like it.”
    Rather than answering, she pushed away her empty dinner plate and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a linen napkin. The private room of Carlotta’s boasted a romantic candlelit atmosphere, complete with a red silk tablecloth, white roses, delicate china and expensive wine. But Jake wasn’t looking for romance. From the second he’d seen Bree again, he’d been thinking about nothing