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Author: Lily Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance
- bad-tempered or irritable as a result of hunger.
I sold my soul for a hamburger.
And I have no regrets. When a girl is trapped indefinitely in an elevator with a smoking hot burger and an empty stomach, even the strongest of women will crumble.
The story goes like this: Bradley Hamilton, the most frustrating human alive, offered me half of his hamburger in exchange for a date. I took him up on the offer—while under duress—and now I’m stuck with the consequences. Specifically, the scorching kiss at the end of our date that has me drooling for more.
However, there’s one whopper of a problem. This man has been a thorn in my side for the last twenty years—ever since he moved next door and became my older brother’s best friend. We’ve gone head to head for years, and now, he’s trying to buy out my restaurant in order to plop one of his big fat gyms there instead.
I refuse to let him ruin my business. Unfortunately, Bradley Hamilton is like an order of french fries: you just can’t have one. It appears our lips are addicted to kissing. He’s alarmingly handsome. Deliciously confident. And worst of all? Underneath that salty exterior he’s starting to show signs of sweet.
Brad Hamilton is my guilty pleasure, my cheat meal, my greatest craving.
Which is why he’ll be one habit that’s hard to kick.
“Life’s not fair, is it?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
For a moment, I’m convinced he’s a mind reader who can tell that he has me all hot and bothered, my mind wandering to unladylike places. Then I watch as he takes another gigantic bite of his burger, and I’m all too aware he’s talking about food.
My stomach growls. I rest a hand on it and whimper some. “Please take pity on me.”
“No mercy here. Sorry.”
“I can give you a bite, but it’ll cost you.”
“Cost me?” I quickly run through a list of things I have in my purse that might be an acceptable trade. I find, in no particular order: a tampon, a stick of broken open gum, a receipt for my last pair of shoes, and my checkbook. Breathing a sigh of relief, I pull it out. “How much is it gonna cost me?”
“I don’t want your money.”
“Do you want my...” I hesitate and quickly finger my belongings.
He’s definitely not interested in the tampon, and probably not interested in the dirty piece of gum. The receipt is so old I can barely read the label on it. I itch underneath my scarf-blanket as I struggle to come up with another option.
“You’ll figure it out,” he says evenly. “I’ll give you a minute.”
“The masterpiece I created last night!” I unwrap the blanket from my neck. “I’m learning how to knit, and I’ll trade you my first blanket for a bite of your burger. It’s gonna be worth money someday.”
“So, you were knitting last night?”
“Fine, you caught me. Yes. No walk of shame, no wild nights—are you happy?”
He breaks into a grin which answers that.
“I’ll have you know that just because Kitty and I stayed in for one night doesn’t mean we’re barren old maids or—”
“Oh, I know that much.”
Bradley’s voice comes out all growly and deep, and it seems he’s forgotten the hamburger again. He’s got that possessive, hungry look going on right now, sort of like a wolf. Or like me, Lexi Monroe. Then again, I’m very hungry, so maybe I’m just projecting.
“Do I get a bite?” I ask, trying for politeness this time around. “One teensy nibble?”
“I don’t want your blanket full of holes.”
I give him my most offended expression. “It’s not full of holes, it’s a loose weave. Fine, then, don’t take it. Sit there and freeze.”
“Freeze?” He holds out a hand, as if testing the temperature.
It’s warm enough that we’re both just about sweating.
With another harrumph of frustration, I ease against the opposite wall, stick my legs straight out in front, and cover myself with the blanket. It’s about as effective as trying to catch water with a strainer, but that’s okay. If it were wool, I’d be dead from overheating.
“I’m very warm and cozy,” I tell him, as one of my heels pokes through a watermelon-sized hole. “What about you?”
“I’m full and happy.”
He leans back against the wall, an arm coming to rest over his head as he takes another bite. The hamburger is dwindling close to only half left, and my heart speeds up at its rapid disappearance. I need to get myself a bite of that meat.
“What’s it going to take?” I cross my arms.