Redeem Me: Oakville Series:Book Four Read Online Free Page A

either, hence my virgin status.
    My laughter stops when I realize I can’t compare to women like that. I’m not some made-up beauty queen with boobs that walk into a room way ahead of me. But I’m also not so bad to look at that you’d throw a bag over my head. I’m average—nothing that will make headlines on the cover of fashion magazines, or, in blondie’s case, the cover of a stroke book, AKA a nudey magazine.
    “You’re not jealous of the groupie, are you?” Amber asks with a smirk on her face. Jealous? That’s absurd. Sickened. Appalled, even. But not jealous.
    “Me being jealous would imply I have feelings for Angel and I can honestly say I don’t feel anything for him…except horny,” I say as I grab the fresh appletini and guzzle it. Holly and Amber exchange glances, then stare at me. They think they know something I don’t, but they’re wrong. Angel isn’t a man you develop feelings for unless you want your heart ripped out and stomped on. Even he admits he’s not a relationship kind of guy. He’s never had, nor does he ever want, anything more than a roll in the hay. I will give him credit for the fact that he’s honest and up front about who he is and what he wants…or doesn’t want—whichever the case may be. If some poor girl is stupid enough to fall for him, then that’s their own fault.
    “Protest all you want, I still think you feel a little more than you realize,” Holly says with a grin. I flip her off and go back to my drink. I do, however, need to figure out how to approach him. Do I just say, Hey, Angel, want to be fuck buddies? Or do I say, I’m a virgin and I’d like you to pop my cherry and teach me what I need to know for when I find Mr. Right ? Either of those approaches will make him think I’m a fucking nutcase.
    In an attempt to get myself out of the spotlight, I change the subject. The best way to distract two new mothers is to ask about their babies. In a matter of seconds, the phones come out. Holly is flipping through all her pictures of Hope and Amber’s doing the same with pictures of Cody. I’m getting whiplash trying to look at them both, but at least they’re no longer digging into my business. I love those kids to death, so I don’t mind looking at pictures and listening to their latest milestone.
    A few appletinis later, Paul and Kyle are taking seats at our table. Immediately, Paul and Holly are lip locked, and Kyle and Amber just need to get a damn room. Excusing myself, I go up to the bar, order a shot of Tequila, and perch myself on a stool. As I look over my shoulder at them, a twinge of jealousy runs through me. I’m happy for the four of them, I just wish I had that kind of love.
    On the other end of the bar, I see Angel. Silicone Barbie is running her hands all over his chest while sticking hers out, still trying to seal the deal. He better be careful; one small chill and he could get an eye poked out. Those knockers could be deadly. Strangely enough, his eyes are anywhere but on her. When he swats her hand away, she balls her fists at her sides, her foot taps furiously, and her cheeks flush a bright red. In the blink of an eye, she grabs the nearest drink, throws it in Angel’s face, and storms off. I can’t stop the laughter that leaves my mouth, my body shaking from trying to restrain my humor.
    I get myself under control and open my eyes, jumping when I see Angel standing in front of me. His shirt is soaked and there’s a huge wet spot on the crotch of his jeans. The usual bulge in his jeans is more pronounced when wet, and I can’t seem to look away.
    “See something you like, sweet pea?” Angel questions. His grin is cocky, and he smells like coconut and pineapple. Heat flushes my cheeks. I can’t believe I got busted staring at his junk. I’m so damned flustered, I can’t even think of a decent comeback. Not only am I going to look like a moron, but I’ll sound like one, too. Although…I could use this to my advantage and