page32 (1/1)

The snort that left herroo a perfectly pressed suit that seemed to defy the fact that he’d been on a plane only a short tio With no other choice but to deal with him, she released the door and let the screen slam shut But she didn’t have to be happy about it

Toni ja from someone who not only wasn’t invited but isn’t wanted And Zach may have interrupted us, but I’d already told you ere through and I repeated it to you on the phone the other day So you can’t blame Zach for your actions”

Chris advanced on her, and even though he wasn’t an intiure, the hair on the back of Toni’s neck stood on end So about the look in his eyes screamed of desperation Desperate people were unpredictable “See him now?”

She gasped “What? Geez, Chris No, I’ him Or anyone, for that matter But you knohat? If I wanted to fuck the whole damn MC, it wouldn’t be any of your business”

Where on earth was this co was the reed with the comment, since she could swear like a sailor when riled and quite enjoyed it, but to hear hi someone was so unlike hier as she stood on her toes in an atteet in his face

Instead of firing another insulting question at her, he threw his head back and laughed as though she’d told the funniest joke in the world “That’d be just like a whore like you, wouldn’t it?”

“Excuse me?” The unease was back in full force Unease and nausea as his comment hit a little too close to home Could he know? Was is possible he knew about the mistakes of her past?

“Look at you,” he flung a hand in her direction “What the hell are you wearing? You look like a slut”

Gazing down at herself, Toni fought for control of her tongue And her fists Rareat “I’ a halter top and cutoffs I’m alone in my home and it’s hot out What would you have me wear, ther the jerk wouldn’t solve anything

But boy, would it be satisfying

“It gets hot in Chicago You never dressed like that Like you were for sale”

For sale? Red clouded her vision “Ohpolice? Do you even hear yourself?” She eous picture of pinks, purples, and oranges swirling as though an artist’s brush had created theht an inner peace

So flickered in the corner of her field of vision A squirrel or other small creature on Zach’s property drew her attention to his house He had the habit of arriving hos when she was out on the porch Probably going froym to the clubhouse He’d throw her a wave, run in his house, and be back on the bike before she fully had the chance to appreciate the view

Would he do that tonight? Would he wonder why she wasn’t in her spot on the porch? Would he notice Chris’s car? She al the woht she was a slut, his prude ass would drop dead right then and there

“You knohat I hear?” he asked after a fewyou ‘Fuck ust twisted his features as he spoke,her in a breathless tone

How Dare He

How dare he take as supposed to be intimate, pleasurable, and special between the shameful How dare he mock her desires Sure, she liked sex Liked it a little dirtier, a little rawer, a little rougher than he did Hell, she just seeeneral ht she was too much for him? If he only kne much of her sexual self she suppressed when she ith him How much she hid How she squashed her own desires

None of that really had anything to do with him It was her own self-i she asked of hi they shared, even bordered on kinky It was as vanilla as it came