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- Authors: Ivy Carter
- Language: English
- Genre: New Adult & College Romance
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I must’ve practiced for this moment dozens of times before today. I
know exactly how I want to introduce myself, how I want to
smile, the way my head should tilt.
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But suddenly my mouth is numb and my vocal chords have stopped
functioning.
I can’t even move my tongue. It’s in knots.
I never thought the phrase “tongue-tied” could feel so accurate, but right
now it literally applies to me.
It’s been like this since the moment I walked through the door of Holden
Quinn’s spectacular penthouse office. Maybe it started when I caught sight of
Manhattan through the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk, with the
skyscrapers in the distance winking to life under the still rising sun. Or
maybe it’s when I heard the surreal click-click-click of my heels on the
polished onyx floor.
Actually, it’s neither.
I can pinpoint the exact instant my tongue stopped working—it was the
second Holden Quinn’s skin touched mine. In that brief impersonal
handshake, an electric circuit coursed through my body. It must have shorted
out my brain too, because in that span of time, I started imagining the way his
mouth might move against mine, or how those taut muscles beneath his suit
would feel pressed up against my naked skin.
Which is ridiculous.
I expected to feel a lot of things about Holden Quinn—but unadulterated
lust certainly wasn’t one of them.
He leans forward, elbows on the desk, large hands clasped, pointer
fingers steepled with nonchalant formality. “So,” he says. “You knew Mrs.
Kratky, then?”
I take a sip of coffee, allowing the exotic warm liquid to loosen the knot
in my mouth. My tongue slowly begins to unravel. After a long pause, my
voice works surprisingly well. “Knew of her,” I say, the first but not the last
of several lies I’ll tell today.
His chocolate eyes harden. “I see.”
I flick my tongue across my top lip, moistening my dry mouth, reassuring
myself that I can in fact still talk. “As I mentioned in my e-mail, I understand
she was a very well-liked teacher …” My voice trails off as I realize I’m
already losing him. A muscle at the side of his temple jerks. I clear my throat,
and keep pushing forward before I lose my nerve. “I’m afraid she was gone
before I could take her class.”
Holden’s expression softens.
My cheeks flush a little at my deception. The truth is, I’d long since
moved from Maine before I was old enough to attend high school. My
mother and I packed only a suitcase, then snuck out of town, leaving behind
our home, our friends, and the horrific memories of a tragic day when a lone
psychopath opened fire on a classroom, killing twenty-six students and a
teacher before shooting himself in the head.
Not a psychopath, I remind myself.
My father. Roger Moorehouse.
A sharp pain stabs into my chest.
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