I blinked and then blinked again. “What the hell does meeting me have to do with anything?”
I frowned. “Everything? And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Darling, you do have a lot to learn.” He narrowed his eyes, and a bad-boy smile lingered on his lips. “Thinking about it, it might be an exciting little adventure to teach you a few dirty things.”
Oh, sweet Baby Jesus, why does everything that comes out of his mouth sound like a hot side of sin and temptation?
Even with the curious and intrigued side of me urging me to raise my hand while shouting, Sign me up for your kinky adventure package, please, my rational are you fucking kidding me side vetoed that shitty idea before it could even take root.
Keira, it’s time to put this mysterious bad boy firmly in his place.
With my heart pounding so hard that the racing rhythm distracted me from the sex noises trickling through the hollow-core door, I replied, “You’re hot. I’ll give you that. But you’re also aiming way too high with me. You’re not my type.”
He twisted his lips into a full-on grin. The fucker knew I was lying. He was blond, handsome, built like a male model with muscles everywhere. He was every woman’s type.