Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(9)

I wonder what he’s talking about as I step into the kitchen, my whole body aching to finally make good on every single fantasy I’ve had about this mysterious, faceless man who now it turns out has a very real, and very gorgeous face.

Gray turns, and his eyes turn fucking hungry.

"I couldn't find a towel,” I say quietly, squeezing my legs together and running my hands down my torso.

A darkness over his face.

“What are you doing?” he hisses, covering the phone.

I just arch my brows and walk towards him.

He says more into the phone, his eyes locked on me as I stalk towards him.

“Zoe,” he covers the phone again.

“Let me,” I whisper, running my hands up his chest through his t-shirt. “Let me see you this time.”

“Hang on, wait.“

And suddenly, the heat turns off. Suddenly I realize I have no fucking idea what I’m doing and that I must look like a complete psycho or some sort of turbo slut.

“Fuck,” I hiss before I turn and run from the room, feeling like a complete idiot.





6





Zoe




“Hold on.”

His voice growls from the bedroom door, making me freeze as I’m snatching up the big t-shirt he’s left for me.

“Forget it, okay?” I mumble, refusing to look at him. I mean, the man helped me, brought me here, patched me up, and took care of me. And what do I do? Try and jump him like a scene from a bad porno.

“That was…” I shake my head “Maybe I do have a concussion.”

“Stop it.”

I shiver as I feel him march up behind me, and when he pulls me around, I gasp. He knocks the t-shirt from my hands, and my pulse spikes as his big, warm hands slide around my bare waist and yank me against his body.

“You think that was me rejecting you?”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“It does,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “It fucking does. I’ve paid you a small fortune to be extremely explicit in wanting you over the last few weeks,” he growls. “You think I don’t want you? It’s the fact that I paid for it that has me…” His growls trail off as he looks away.

“Why did you?” I ask, my voice small.

He looks back at me.

“Seriously, why? You’re…I mean look at you,” I laugh bitterly. “What the hell are you doing on a cam site?”

He doesn’t answer, he just lets those dark, smoky, commanding eyes burn right into me.

“Just bored?”

“It’s long story,” he growls. “But then I saw you.”

I bark out a laugh.

“C’mon, that’s not true. How many girls have you done this with?”

Gray frowns. “None.”

“So why me? What the heck is so special about—”

“Everything!” he growls, his hands tightening on me. “Fuck, where should I even start?”

I blush.

“Disdain and smugness.”

My brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

“That you were laughing at the creeps talking to you, or trying to talk to you, on the site.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes you were,” he purrs, pulling me into him. I shiver as his rock-hard muscles press against my body through his clothes. “With your eyes, your whole body. I liked that you were comfortable with yourself, with your body and your skin. How you’re not even bothered being nude right now.”

I swallow thickly, staring defiantly right back at him. “You think that makes me some kind of slut?”

“No,” he says with an edge to his voice. “I think it makes you fearless.”

My lip catches between my teeth.

“It’s a chip on your shoulder that I recognize.”

“Oh yeah?” I fire back.

“Yeah, it’s pretty familiar, trust me.”

I laugh humorlessly as I glance around the huge, gorgeous apartment surrounding us.

“Right, lot of hardship in your life, Gray?”

“You have no idea.”

“I have no belief actually.”

He smiles coolly. “You want to trade war stories? Talk about scars, or ink?” I gasp as he pulls back from me and yanks his t-shirt up over his head. He tosses it aside, and I swallow thickly as my eyes move over his chiseled, muscled, perfect torso. I take in the swirls and lines of tattoo ink that I only peeked at before, and scars — big ones — that I never would have imagined on a man with this sort of life.

“I liked that you were broken, pretty girl,” he purrs.

“I’m not br—”

“Yes you are.” His deep voice penetrates me, sending a teasing thrill through my body. “Not entirely, but enough that I recognized it in you. The ink, the scars…”

“Yeah, well, lots of guys are into that look.”

“Except it’s not a ‘look’ with you,” Gray growls, pulling me right into him again. I gasp as my nipples graze over his bare chest, his skin so hot against mine.

“It’s not a ’look.’ It’s not pretend, instagram bullshit. It’s you.”