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

start flirting with him. I nervously twist a strand of hair around my finger. Now, if only I can figure out how in the hell to flirt...
    “Maybe I do. What are you gonna do about it?” I ask, trying to sound seductive. Angel chokes on the mouthful of beer he just swallowed, and it takes him a minute to get himself under control. I guess it worked...maybe. As soon as he does, his smooth and cocky demeanor is right back in place.
    “Are you teasing me, sweet pea?” he asks with a laugh. He most certainly thinks I’m just playing around with him, but I’m not. He’s sporting a lopsided grin that sends a tingle straight between my legs. Wow. That’s something new. And to think, he hasn’t even touched me yet. I can’t wait to see what it feels like when he does.
    “Not at all,” I answer. I drink the new tequila shot that’s been placed in front of me, knowing liquid courage is what I need right now. My heart beats a mile a minute. “I think you should take me home.” I try to give him a seductive smile, though I don’t really know what a seductive smile looks like, let alone how to make one.
    “Sure, I can give you a ride home. It’s not like it’s out of the way.” Is he really that dense? Or could it be he just doesn’t look at me in a physical way? Time to turn up the heat and forget the subtle flirting—I obviously suck at it.
    “Let me rephrase that. Take me home to bed. Mine. Yours. It doesn’t matter, as long as we’re in the same one. Naked.” Holy crap! Did that really just leave my mouth? When Angel’s eyes widen, I realize it did, and he is as shocked as I am. Well, it’s out there. No taking it back now. This is the moment of truth, and I suddenly have the urge to vomit. Did I just make a total fool of myself? I motion to the bartender for another drink. If I did just make a complete ass of myself, I can blame it on the booze. He opens his mouth, and quickly shuts it. A puzzled look crosses his face.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ve been warned. Holly and Amber told me if I ever touched you, they would remove my balls with a rusty knife,” he says, cringing a little at the thought. Not that I blame him. It sounds unpleasant, and exactly like something those girls would do. His voice is shaky when he speaks again. “Besides, I’m not a girlfriend kind of guy, and you don’t strike me as the type of girl who has meaningless sex.” Up to this point, I haven’t, but I’d like to be that type of girl.
    “I beg to differ. Maybe meaningless sex is exactly what I want and need. If I were looking for a boyfriend, I wouldn’t come to you. I know better than that,” I state. Grabbing my drink, I down half of it in one gulp, causing my eyes to water. Even through my watery eyes, I can see the complete shock on his face. Somebody’s gonna step on his lip if he doesn’t pick his jaw up off the floor. He just sits there staring at me in disbelief. Guess it’s time to up my game. I lean in closer and using my pointer finger, tip his jaw closed. Sparks ignite in my fingertips the moment our skin touches. He arches an eyebrow and the corners of his lips raise slightly. Lifting my shot glass, I let the bartender know I need another. As soon as he places it in front of me, I down it. With each drink, I feel myself becoming braver.
    “Ya know, I never had you pegged for a pussy Angel,” I tease. He busts out laughing, holding his stomach with one hand and using the other to wipe away the falling tears. Angel finally catches his breath and sips his beer. He’s sexy when he smiles, and it has me wanting to touch him. I place my hand on his knee, moving it in slow circles. He jumps at the contact and gently moves my hand back on the bar. Again, I hold my glass in the air.
    “I think Holly and Amber are rubbing off on you a little,” he says with a chuckle. His face turns serious. “I really don’t think you and I are a good idea. There are just too many friendships at risk if it