Drop It Like It’s Scot
Caroline Lee
Contents
About This Book
Other Books by Caroline Lee
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Sneak Peek
About the Author
About This Book
Alistair Oliphant has devoted his entire life to his clan’s well-being. As one of the laird’s bastard sons, he’s determined to prove his worth by managing the Oliphants’ correspondence, alliances, land stewardship, trading schedules, and about a million other—boring—aspects of keeping a busy Highland clan going.
When his father declares whichever of his sons marries and produces a son first will become the next laird, Alistair figures his destiny has finally arrived. The only problem is…he just doesn’t have the time to find a wife.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to, because right under his oblivious nose, is a woman who is ready and willing, and just waiting to hit him over the head with her long-time crush. Lara Oliphant has grown up with the Oliphant bastards, but as their best friend’s younger sister, none of them have given her a second look. Which is a shame, because she’s done quite a lot of looking herself when it came to Alistair. And as a result of Lara’s embarrassingly voyeuristic lifestyle, she’s decided she’s the only one who can set the poor man straight.
Or rather…not straight.
If Alistair got any straighter, she could shove a wick up his rear and call him a candle. What he needs is someone to show him how to bend, how to relax…how to have a little fun. And Lara is just the woman to do it. Assuming she can convince him to see her as a woman, that is!
Warning: Full of naughty shenanigans and ridiculous jokes, and more than a few eye-rollingly bad puns. Come for the spicy bits, stay for the humor. Welcome to another installment of the hilarious Hots for Scots series!
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Prologue
Lara held her breath as she pressed one finger against the secret door. Thanks to a liberal application of cooking grease—good for more than just frying—the hinges didn’t squeak as the door inched open.
The sliver of light which illuminated the passage was tinted in blues and greens from the tapestry on the wall. She wasn’t sure who had hung the piece of ancient art in the laird’s solar, but she doubted many knew it hid an entrance to one of the many secret passages honeycombing the walls of Oliphant Castle.
She doubted many even knew the passages themselves existed.
But to be certain, she froze as soon as the door opened, waiting for an uproar or for the tapestry to be pulled aside.
But as always, nothing happened.
All she heard was the labored breathing of a man intent on his task. Grunts occasionally joined the panting, and she knew she was about to see exactly what she’d snuck there to see.
Lara pushed the door open further until the wooden edge touched the tapestry, and she shifted forward. There was a hole in the fabric here, one probably made on purpose a generation ago for just this purpose.
An enterprising young woman could stand in that spot, and through the rent in the tapestry, have a fairly unobstructed view of the goings-on in the solar. Which likely was terrible for security, but lovely for someone in her position.
As the rhythmic pants turned to groans, an occasional slapping sound joined the chorus, and she smiled. This particular exercise was her favorite.
The solar was simple; a desk and chair in front of a wall of shelves and cubbyholes for storing the ledgers, books and scrolls which kept the clan running. When the Oliphant had been in charge, this place had always been untidy, but now that his son Alistair had taken over the day-to-day running of the clan, Lara was impressed by the meticulous organization.
She was impressed by many things Alistair did.
The man was so devoted to his work, he even slept in the solar. There was a small cot, spartan in its comforts, tucked behind the desk, and one trunk. When he wasn’t training, his sword hung on the wall, and the only luxury was a rug spread before the hearth.
A rug where Alistair himself now labored. Naked and gleaming.
Lara smiled.
With another grunt, the man levered himself up off the floor, using only the strength of his arms, and keeping his body straight as a board. Then he bent his elbows and lowered himself until his nose was touching the rug, then back up again. He did this twice, increasing the momentum, until his shoulder reached a height and speed that enabled him to lift his hands from the floor and clap them together before slamming them back to the rug to catch himself.
The pressures of keeping the clan running likely necessitated some way to relax, to get rid of pent-up energy, and she knew Alistair didn’t train with the men as much as he used to. The calisthenics she caught him engaging in likely served the same purpose.
Lara had no idea why he did them naked, but she absolutely did not mind.
The pushy-slappy one was her favorite, because the momentum did all sorts of interesting things to his dangly bits.
Rather like a pendulum.
She licked her lower lip, watching
