Fight Like A Girl: An Opposites Attract Romance (Fighting For Love), Harley Reid [top 100 novels of all time txt] 📗

if she doesn’t get an Oscar one day, the world is crazy. I just don’t understand how they can keep rejecting her, audition after audition.

I’m about to text back but dial her number instead. I think this is one of those occasions where she needs to hear a friendly voice.

“Hey Mia, sorry if I’ve interrupted your night.” She frets “You didn’t have to call.”

“Yes, I did. My sister needs me.” I perch on the edge of my bed, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just re-evaluating all of my life choices and wondering if a bar job is in my future.”

“Not a chance. You haven’t been cast in anything big yet because the right part is still out there waiting for you.” I’ve lost count of how many times I have given this particular pep talk, but I can’t bear the thought of her giving up on her dreams and missing out on an amazingly successful career. “Just stick with it and give it a little more time. The perfect role will find you once it’s been written and, in the meantime, you can just stick with the commercials.”

“I guess, I just really wanted this one.”

“I know but there’s something bigger and better out there for you, just have faith.”

“Okay, Good night.” There’s a short pause on the other end of the line and just as I’m about to hang up, she speaks, “Thanks Mia. Love you millions.”

“Anytime. I love you too.”

Switching the phone off, I plug it in to charge, tear off the rest of my clothes, covering myself with a towel and grab my stuff before heading to the bathroom.

When I get there, a crack of light seeps through the slightly ajar door. I knock lightly and when there’s no answer, I just assume Ethan forgot to turn it off and walk in.

So wrong! How did I miss the sound of running water?

Through the steamed-up glass panel of the shower cubicle I catch sight of a glorious muscular silhouette and a jolt of electricity races through my body. Time stands still as I watch him lather up his tattoo covered body. My eyes glide across every contour of his body, his strong arms, his broad shoulders tapering down into his torso with the butterfly shaped muscle down the centre of his upper back.

Certain that he is unaware of me watching him, my eye line drifts lower, stopping to admire his firm, round bum with cute little dimples just above where the curve of his lower back meets the top of his cheeks.

Mia. What are you doing? Don’t be such a pervert.

As I come to my senses, I turn to leave hastily, dropping my bottle of shampoo with a thud.

The shower door slides open and suddenly I am faced with a very wet and very naked man.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you planning on joining me?” He stands confidently, eyeing me up and down and I can feel the rush of heat taking over my body. Without thinking, I close my eyes, awkwardly scrambling to pick up my things before apologising and rushing out of the bathroom.

As I close the bathroom door behind me, air escapes my lungs. My hormones are telling me to get back in that bathroom immediately, but my head and my heart don’t agree.

I’ve been searching for my soul mate since I was fifteen. I don’t want to waste my time on something that isn’t going anywhere, and he’s made it perfectly clear that he isn’t interested in any kind of relationship.

But on the other hand, maybe Lexi is right. Maybe a little bit of fun is just what I need. This whole soul mate thing hasn’t worked out too great so far has it?

No, I’m not a fun, no strings kind of girl and getting involved with him would be a massive mistake. I’d be on a collision course with heartbreak. I need to go back to my room.

 

Without thinking, I am back in the bathroom with Ethan's eyes watching me in anticipation. My eyes devour every inch of his body with a hunger I have never felt before. My chest heaves up and down, heat building between my legs at the thought of his touch. His eyes lock on mine, making my body tremble so much that I'm unable to move.

What am I doing? This isn’t me.

I bite my bottom lip watching this Greek God stalk towards me, tiny droplets of water hitting the floor in slow motion and the strong masculine smell of his shower gel filling my senses.

My eyes drift to his chest and instinctively, I reach out to trace the black and grey ink that adorns it as my towel drops to the floor.

I'm naked. In front of this perfectly carved body.

My cheeks are on fire and my heart racing as I frantically try to position my hands to cover my body, until I can retrieve my towel and run away.

What the heck was I thinking?

“Don't.” He commands, taking a step back and exploring my body with his wide, lust filled eyes. “I want to see all of you.”

Without saying a word, I slowly lower my arms to my sides. A feeling of vulnerability washing over me as my gaze trails to the floor.

“You are so fucking beautiful Mia.” My eyes continue to move towards the floor, his growing erection causing me to let out a small gasp. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do right now.”

The next thing I know, I'm pulled against his rock-hard torso and into the shower. Water rains down on us from above as his hands explore every curve of my body.

Ethan slides a hand into my hair, tilting my head back to lay soft kisses along my jawline.

“Are you sure about this?” he moans into my neck making my skin tingle.

Struggling to get the words out, I nod and immediately he spins me around to face the wall, my hand pinned flat against the white ceramic tiles above