“It is?”
“Yeah, a beautiful girl like you needs a man to …”
“I don’t need a man for anything.” I frowned, annoyed at his words.
“You obviously need a man to take care of you.” He laughed and grabbed a cookie. “That’s not a bad thing.”
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” my voice rose, and I could feel my blood pressure rising.
“Every girl I know needs a man.”
“I’m not every girl you know.” I narrowed my eyes and pushed past him. “I think I’m going to skip the cookies and go to bed.”
“Wait, Lucky.” He grabbed my shoulder and sighed. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m sure.” I rolled my eyes at him, and I paused as I saw his eyes crinkle and look away from me.
“You're not like other girls are you, Lucky?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Shall we go and talk in the hot tub?”
“No thanks.” I twirled around. “I think I want to go to bed now.”
“You think I’m a jerk, huh?”
“I think you are an egotistical ass, yes.” I spat out, my harsh words belying the calmness in my face.
“That’s heavy.” He frowned.
“You date a different girl every week and tell me I need a man. I think anyone would agree with me. You are an ass.”
“I don’t date a different girl every week. Just because I take a girl out for dinner, doesn’t mean it’s a date.”
“I don’t even care.” I sighed. “I have other things to worry about.”
“I told you, I will help you with your car.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“I need your help though.” His voice was low. “Can we go and talk please?”
I looked at him suspiciously. What help could he possibly need from me?
“Can’t it wait?” I yawned, all excitement and adrenaline having left my body.
“It can wait.” He smiled at me sweetly and stretched. I watched as his muscles flexed and I found my eyes on his sexy chest again. He had a light spattering of hair across his pecks, and I wanted to reach over and caress it. I wanted my fingers to confirm that his hair was as silky soft as it looked. I wanted to feel his arms around me, holding me close. I wanted my head pressed against his heart, listening to his heartbeat. Zane Beaumont was the guy I had been fantasizing about for months, and now here he was in front of me, in all his glory. I held in a groan. I was mad at myself for wanting to be with this man, in all the wrong ways.
“I’m going to bed.” I turned around and ran up the stairs quickly.
“I don’t bite, Lucky.” He shouted up at me from the bottom of the stairs with a laugh, and I ran quickly to my room. I jumped into the bed and stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. All I could picture was Zane’s face. I sighed and rolled over and tried to think about something else, but I couldn’t get him out of my mind. As I drifted to sleep, images of Zane, on top of me and kissing me all over, flooded my mind.
Chapter 4
“Lucky, are you awake?”
“No.” I groaned from the bed with my eyes still closed.
“Can I come in?” Zane’s voice sounded too sexy for this hour of the day. “No.” I groaned and rolled over in the bed.
I heard the door creak slightly as it opened and Zane walked up to my bed. “Good morning, Lucky.”
“Not really.” I rolled over and peeked at him from under the covers. I was slightly disappointed when I saw him wearing a grey t-shirt, and tried to ignore the urge to reach up and pull him down to me.
“Sorry for waking you up, but I figured we should go and get your car before it gets towed by the police.”
“Oh shit.” I jumped up out of the bed quickly. “I didn’t think about that.” I stumbled slightly as I hit the ground and Zane grabbed me around the waist.
“Careful. We can’t afford to have you hurting yourself as well.”
“I’m fine.” I pulled away from him reluctantly.
“Good.” He ran his hand through his hair, and I watched as he rubbed the stubble around his mouth. “So, I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I looked at him in surprise, wondering what he was going to say.
“I think it’s something that will work for both of us. You need money and I—” he continued, with a silky voice.
“I’m not going to be your paid escort,” I blurted out. “I may need the money, but I don’t need it that bad.”
“Lucky, I was just going—”
“I know you think I’m a mess, and I need a man. But I don’t. I can look after myself. I don’t need your money, and I don’t need you in my bed.”
“Who said anything about bed?” He smirked.
“I don’t want to be your sub.”
“My sub?” He frowned. “Like my sandwich?”
“No.” I whispered slowly. “I’m not a sexual deviant.”
“And I am?” His eyes twinkled. “Lucky, how did you know I was going to ask you to be my sub in exchange for paying for your car repairs?”
“Wait, what?” I frowned up at him and groaned. “Sorry just ignore everything I have just said. I think I’m still half asleep.”
“Were you dreaming about being my sub?”
“No, of course not.”
“So just normal sex then.”
“Yeah.” I muttered and flushed. “I mean no. I wasn’t dreaming about you at all. I don’t even believe in casual sex. Well, not anymore.”
“Oh?” Zane sat down on the bed and grinned at me.
“I need to go and shower.” I turned away, flustered. “You made me confused waking me up out of my sleep like that.”
“Don’t you want to hear my idea first?”
“What idea?” I frowned, looking back at him.
“Sit.” He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “Sit, take a deep breath and listen.”
I sat on the bed next to him and looked at him curiously. “You’re really bossy, you know that?”
“I know.” He grinned. “I also know you’re not the quiet sweet girl you seemed to be at Lou’s.”
“Disappointed?” I laughed, self-consciously running my hand through my dark brown hair.
“Not at all.” He turned towards me and reached over and rubbed something by my eye. “Sorry, you had some sleep in your eye.”