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  FOR THE LOVE OF MY SEXY GEEK

  Copyright © 2017 A.M. Hargrove

  2017 Edition

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  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  More from A.M. Hargrove

  About the Author

  For the Love of

  My Sexy Geek

  From the first time we met I was instantly hooked.

  His dark framed glasses and tech talk heightened his allure.

  I fell fast and hard, harder than I ever had before.

  Only I should’ve known it was too good to be true.

  Evaded questions were always answered with sex.

  Hot and steamy sex.

  Melt your panties sex.

  That should’ve been my clue.

  It wasn’t.

  Until …

  Until that one night I followed him.

  I never could’ve imagined where my sexy geek would lead me.

  For The Love of My Sexy Geek is a spin off of For The Love of English

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to all the readers who continue to support me in this crazy world. You have so many books to choose from but the fact you chose mine rocks my world. Without you, I wouldn’t be living my dream.

  Thank you to Angel Justice for being the dream child of this project and inviting me to join this group. When she came to me and told me about this I was super excited to be a part of The Vault. How exciting to bring a group of talented authors together in such a way, and then again when we release our second novellas later next year. I hope you readers are just as excited as we are.

  I wouldn’t ever publish a book without the help of my closest friend and sometimes co-author, Terri E. Laine so another huge thanks goes to her. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

  I want to give a big shout out to my beta readers: Andrea, Kristie, Heather, and Kat. You guys are amazing and I would be lost without your help.

  I have to also give a shout out to my peeps in Hargrove’s Hangout. Keep hanging y’all!

  For The Love of My Sexy Geek

  Prologue

  Michelle

  My super sleuth instincts kicked in and I decided to follow my ex-boyfriend. It was easy, as I had the GPS tracker hidden on his car. It had been there for a couple of weeks. After doubting his sketchy explanations I finally caved and purchased the dang thing. Putting it to use had been easy. He said his parents lived out in the country. So when I tracked him the first time, I was happy to see he did indeed drive out to the middle of nowhere.

  But then, when he drove out there late at night, on a Wednesday, my suspicions rose. My questions were always hedged and never answered to my satisfaction. Who was this man I had spent so much time with? I grew uneasy and that’s when I acted.

  That’s how I found myself sneaking around at night, following him down a gravel road. Surely I was going to get caught. My car was barely moving—a mere five miles per hours—inching along to avoid stirring up dust. The headlights were off and I was only using my parking lights, which wasn’t the smartest thing to do. With my luck, I would probably run off the road into a culvert, never to be seen again. Rounding a curve, I came up on a small house. He was parking his car outside, next to another one. I pulled off to the side of the road and parked. I waited a few minutes before braving the next steps.

  This was a really bad idea. I should’ve listened to my gut instincts. Tailing him in the car was one thing, but walking up to that house was another. I pulled out my phone and used the flashlight app to pick my way over to the house so I could spy on him. Peeping into a window—a window of some stranger’s home—sunk in like a rock. I was exactly like some creepy criminal, spying on my boyfriend, because I didn’t have the courage to ask him the simple question on the phone. “Exactly where are you, Oliver?”

  The more I watched, the more intrigued I became. I was glued to the interaction being played out between them. Once I looked it confirmed it was the right decision to track him. This wasn’t his parents’ house. The rat was seeing someone. Through the slits in the blinds, I saw him talking animatedly to an attractive blonde. Tall, curvy, and wearing a baseball hat, she was someone I knew! Then they both turned, her back facing me, and he started lifting her shirt. Oh my God, was he undressing her? Suddenly, my blood boiled. My stance shifted and the stupid paint bucket I stood on tipped precariously, forcing me to grab the window ledge. Unfortunately, my head rammed into the damn glass and I lost my grip, falling face first into the huge hedge. Lights blazed on and by the time I pulled myself out of that damn bush, I was staring up at the same two faces I’d been spying on moments before.

  “Michelle, what the hell are you doing out here?” Oliver asked staring down at me.

  What in the world was I going to say to that? Brushing leaves and twigs off me as I stood, I answered, “Maybe I should ask the same of you.”

  “Jesus. It’s not what you think.”

  “Well then, what exactly does Jesus think?” my smart mouth asked. I stared between my former boyfriend and his very attractive lover and examined their body language. The girl glanced away as soon as our eyes connected. Then she tugged on her ear. Guilty. That’s what it was telling me. Oliver stared at me for a second, then grimaced. He was clearly uncomfortable and it was funny really. I was the one who was caught creeping around, spying on him. Shouldn’t I be the one who felt awkward? No, you big dummy! You weren’t caught cheating on your girlfriend! Or ex-girlfriend as it was.

  “Michelle, this isn’t … I mean we weren’t …” he blew out a breath.

  The other woman said, “You might as well tell her.”

  “Tell her?” he asked, his voice rising.

  “Tell me what? That you’ve been screwing around on me? That’s obvious,” I said.

  “That’s not what we’re doing here,” he said, gesturing wildly with his hands. He held something in one and a wire flew al
l around. “Tara and I work together.”

  “Indeed. We’ve met. Remember? I’m sure you get a lot of work accomplished. At least now I know where you go on all your family outings.” Family my ass. My face burned, but not from embarrassment. I scratched the heck out of it when I tumbled into the bushes.

  “Michelle, your face. It’s bleeding a little.”

  I dabbed my fingers to it and held them up to the light. Sure enough, blood was present. “Great. Exactly what I need.” I was done with him and this conversation. I started to walk away when he grabbed my arm.

  “Where are you going? Let me help you clean your face up.”

  “No, I’m going home.” I tugged my arm out of his grasp.

  “No, you honestly don’t understand. Tara and I were … working.”

  “You expect me to believe that?”

  “No! I mean yes.”

  Shaking my head at him, I said, “You two need to get a better story than that. I’m out of here.” I moved past him, but he grabbed my arm again.

  “Michelle, I have to explain. Come inside. I can help you clean up your face. Besides, you really don’t understand. None of it. Tara and I work together but not in the way you think.”

  I aimed my finger at him. “See. I knew it. You two are together. Look, you’ve done enough damage already, Oliver. I thought I was important to you … meant something to you. But things never added up. Now I know why. The lies, the secrets. It all makes sense now. You and Tara. Well, for a while I thought we had a chance, but now … I’m completely done with you. Let me go.”

  This time I wrenched my arm from his grasp and didn’t give him the chance to stop me. Only his words made me falter. “I love you, Michelle and it really isn’t what you think. Please don’t leave.”

  But I grew a backbone. “Yeah, tell that to your other girlfriend,” I mumbled, intending to jog back to my car. Tears clouded my vision. Why did I have to fall for a guy who couldn’t be faithful? Why couldn’t I fall for someone who only wanted me? And why the hell did I stand on that stupid paint bucket of all things?

  Chapter One

  Michelle

  Eight Months Ago

  My best friend and roommate, Sheridan, and I just settled into our new rental home. We were officially Atlanta residents. After spending all those years together getting our degrees, the rewards have paid off. Sheridan landed a great job as a first grade teacher and I got my dream job working in an advertising firm as an assistant ad copywriter.

  “How does this look?” I asked. My arms trembled as I held the heavy print against the wall.

  “Perfect,” Sheridan said.

  We measured where to hang the picture hanger and presto, the print was hung.

  Then I gave her a huge squishy hug.

  “What was that for?” she asked.

  “Just cuz I love you. You’re the best roomie I could ask for.”

  “Well, it goes both ways. You know I love you too. You’re my family.”

  That’s true. Sheridan didn’t have any family so we’ve unofficially adopted her. She’s faced far more than anyone should at such an early age.

  “So, are you ready for your little monsters?” I asked.

  “They’re not monsters. They’re cute little first graders.” Then her mouth drooped.

  “What?”

  “I wish Mom and Dad were here.”

  “Yeah.” I hugged her again. Her parents were both teachers, which is part of the reason she chose the career she’s starting tomorrow. “Hey, they’re with you every day and they’ll be watching over you when you’re cracking the whip on those rugrats.”

  She laughed as I hoped she would.

  The next night, we were sitting around and Sheridan had me falling on the floor in hysterics. Apparently, this quirky little girl in her class named English, was funny as hell.

  “So I decided we’d play the alphabet game and everybody had to name something that started with each letter. Of course, we started with A. When we got to V, everyone was stumped. Well, everyone but English. She frantically waved her hand yelling, ‘I know, I know.’ So I called on her and do you know what she said?”

  “No clue.”

  “Vagina.”

  I died laughing. Sheridan had to keep a straight face but it was difficult, to say the least.

  “Oh, my God. I can’t even imagine.”

  “It got worse.”

  “How?”

  “All the kids started talking about penises and vaginas then. I was mortified.”

  “Sounds like first grade porn.”

  “Shut up. It was horrific.”

  “No wonder you’re guzzling all the wine tonight.”

  With that, she downed the rest of her glass. But the expression on her face indicated that she was loving her role as a teacher.

  “What about your day?” she asked.

  I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “Well … my boss keeps telling me my brain was made for advertising.”

  “That’s fantastic, Michelle.”

  “Yeah, and I love it. I love the creative process, you know? Coming up with how to decide which demographics we’re going to target and then working up the copy for it. It’s fun.”

  “Did you ever think we’d be here, doing the things we both love?”

  “Yeah, I did.” I knew some day, if we both worked hard enough, which we did, we’d end up with jobs we wanted. But I especially wanted Sheridan to get her dream job because her real life had been shattered too many times to count.

  Chapter Two

  Michelle

  It took me forever to persuade Sheridan, to go out with me. It was a Friday night and we were hanging in my favorite club. The music blared and we celebrated the weekend. Cosmos flowed and we danced a few. Sheridan noticed the father of one of her students in here. I was shocked to find out he was our age and wasn’t an older dude, not to mention he was hot as hell.

  “He’s the jerk I told you about. The dad of cute little English. The one at the parent-teacher conference.”

  “Oh, right.” Apparently, he treated her like crap, even after showing up late for the meeting. He was a total assface. “Boy is he checking you out.”

  “I doubt that.”

  “Uh, yeah he is.” And he totally was.

  Not much later, a sexy hipster with dark hair and dreamy blue eyes that I’d met in here before made his way over to us. He’d been with a group of people the last time though and things never worked out where we could actually chat.

  I lusted after him that night and was disappointed it didn’t work out. Tonight he wore low cut jeans that hugged his hips along with a black T-shirt that showed off his hot body, but what I loved best about him were his dark-framed glasses. For some reason I’d always been attracted to men who wore specs.

  “Hi, my name’s Oliver Griffith.”

  “I’m Michelle McDaniels. We’ve met in here before.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t think you remembered.”

  How could I forget someone like him? Just looking at him made my stomach quiver.

  “Of course I remember.”

  We got reacquainted with each other talking about our respective jobs. He worked in IT and fit the part, a total sexy geek, enough to make me clench my thighs together. I was completely intrigued by him and wanted to know everything I could. He was sweet, smart, and those damn glasses had me wanting to rip them off and kiss him. His messy dark hair, the way it fell over his brow, had my fingers itching to push it back in place, and a few times he had to ask me the same question twice because I was caught staring at him.

  “Would you like to dance?”

  “I’d love to,” I answered, very ladylike, when I wanted to say fuck yeah.

  Before long, we were wrapped in each other’s arms on the dance floor, kissing. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He was lean and hard, not bulky like some guys, and my fingers twitched to steal a feel of his skin. I didn’t want to scare the poor guy off, but God help me he w
as the best thing since Cosmos were invented. The man could kiss—the toe curling, sex tingling, heart-throbbing kind. Drinks kept flowing and not much later, I caught Sheridan’s eye to let her know that Oliver and I were going to Uber it out of there. I wanted to touch every part of him and be indecent about it too.

  Oliver

  When I walked into the club and saw her, I knew she’d be mine. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I wasn’t supposed to get involved, so they said. The last time I met her here I did my best to avoid her. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. But fate wasn’t on my side. Tonight, there she stood, exactly like she was waiting for me.

  Her long black hair gleamed under the lights of the dance floor and I wanted to run out there like an idiot, claiming her as mine. Watching her lithe body move to the rhythm of the music was more than any man should have to bear, and I almost … almost turned and went home. But I didn’t. I was either making the greatest mistake of my life or it would be the best thing I ever did.

  When I introduced myself, I wondered if she’d remember. She did. The exotic scent of flowers wafted around me and I realized I needed to pull my shit together or else I would look worse than the ridiculous geek I already I was. I wanted to impress her, not push her away. But she was sweet and acted like she wanted to be with me. Her gray eyes sparkled when she spoke, and her plump pink lips were almost too much to see. If only I could have just a taste, I told myself. But I was a fucking liar. I knew one taste would never be enough.

  “Would you like to dance?” What I really wanted to ask her was would you like to fuck? But I knew where that would lead. I’d end up with her high heel jammed up my ass.

  She was with her roommate and glanced over to her a time or two. I hated selfish, inconsiderate people, but for once in my life, I wanted this girl to be that way tonight. I wanted Michelle to only care about me.

  “I’d love to,” she said. Her eyes shimmered as I reached for her hand.