Chapter 3
GREG
‘No. No, it can’t be.’ My reluctant companion jumps to stand, the duvet forgotten, her phone clutched in her hand. ‘I’ll ... I’ll kill him!’
Against my better instincts, I begin to chuckle. In my experience, the beautiful ones are often a little unhinged. High spirited, I used to think, at least until I’d dated a few of them.And ultimately married one.But it does no harm if you don’t get involved. And if you don’t get involved, you’re not at risk of losing bodily parts. And property.
Yep, the beautiful ones are a little nutty is a statement that would fit my would-be intruder. I don’t think she’s dangerous, not exactly, but she is beautiful. Dark hair falls around her shoulders, though not exactly in soft waves. They are more like wet clumps with a couple of soggy strands sticking to angry wee cheeks. But the rest of her? Put it this way, I would’nae be in a hurry to kick her out of bed.
Her trim waist flares to shapely hips, her skin the colour of fresh cream, and there’s a fair bit of it on show as far as first introductions go. And, by Christ, she’s feisty.
Beautiful, feisty, and definitely a wee bit mad. Though whether the crazy or angry kind still remains to be seen, I suppose.
‘Oh, you think this is funny, do you?’
I shrug my non-answer, but it’s clear I’m amused. Amused, confused, and maybe a wee bit enamoured supported by the fact that, under the covers, I’m sporting a wee bit of a chub.My dick doesn’t care if she’s bonkers.It might not be the first time I’ve woken at half-mast as the result of a semi-clad women touching my tackle. It is, however, the first time I’ve been woken by a woman who wasn’t there when I went to sleep.
‘I might’ve known he’d pull this trick,’ she grates out, continuing her angry tirade. ‘Especially given how amused he was at hearing how it worked the first time for Will.’
‘This has happened before?’ I ask, but she doesn’t respond. At least, not to me, as she begins angrily poking her phone.
‘What until you see what I have planned,’ she begins muttering, her voice pitched a little higher and a little camp. ‘You’ll have a fabulous time. Fabulous time, my left boob!’
My eyes fall to the area in question, though I’m a little fairer minded because I consider both. And I dunno abouttime,but she’s right about fabulous.
‘What are you looking at?’ she asks, her gaze whipping up from her phone.
‘A generous C-cup,’ I answer evenly. I’d put money on it. Just the right size for these hands of mine. Creamy skinned and full and soft and round.Pink nipples or a little darker?Dusky pink, I decide. For a minute, I think I might’ve said that aloud, judging by the way her mouth falls open. But no, I managed to stop at C-cup.
She had me at C-cup, for sure.
Maybe I’m dreaming, I wonder as I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands.
Nope, she’s still here.
‘Didn’t your mother ever tell you that if the wind changes direction, then you’ll be stuck pulling that face?’ And wouldn’t that be something? A beautiful girl with her mouth constantly open, waiting for something to fill it.
Jesus, Greg. Wake up.
‘Look, mister . . . mister.. . whatever your name is—’
‘Greg. Greg Hamley. And you might be ... who? Apart from crazy, I mean.’
‘Crazy? I’m the crazy one!’ she confirms, poking one pink fingernail into her chest. Okay, maybe she doesn’t really think she’s nuts, even if she’s acting like it. But dafties rarely realise they are. ‘So I’m crazy, am I? Crazy for not wanting to fall for Mo’s tricks?’
‘I dunno who Mo is and—’
‘Hmm.’ She folds her arms. ‘Okay. And I suppose that’s because he paid you by credit card. Do you happen facilitate your services through a discreet and anonymous website?’
‘I do have a website,’ I confirm. Hamley’s Interiors. I’m a bespoke cabinet maker. ‘But an anonymous website seems like a bit of an oxymoron. You can’nae sell a secret.’
‘Lord,’ she says, bringing a hand to her head. ‘I don’t know what you or Mo were expecting, but this isn’t happening. I know I haven’t had sex in a while, but I’m not that desperate!’
‘Okay, oversharing Annie. First off, I dunno anyone called Mo. Second, you’re inmybedroom. You don’t seem to grasp that, darlin’.’ Not that I’m complaining. Not yet, anyway.
‘So masterful,’ she deadpans. ‘Did he tell you to say that, too? It does seem like the kind of thing he’d say,’ she says, flipping her hand in a carefree gesture. It’s exactly the kind of move meant to hide the little hurts. ‘He’s always telling me that’s the kind of man I need in my life. The take-charge manly man—the alpha.’ Her eyes flare a little comically, deflecting from her pain again. ‘I just can’t seem to get it through his thick head that a quick shag or a meaningless fumble won’t solve my issues. There’s a reason I’m alone. It’s not the men I date who are at fault in the bedroom, it’s the other way around!’
Fuck me, women can be complicated creatures. Men, we’re easy. You don’t have to do anything special to please us. You just have to turn up and look interested enough.
