Page 60 of Breaking Hollywood

Speedy picks her up. “You shouldn’t be in here, baby girl. Now, what have you been doing to Gabe?” She gently taps the goat on the nose with her finger.

“Head-butting me is what it’s been doing,” I growl. “That goat’s as fucking nuts as its owner.”

Ignoring me, she says to the goat, “You’ve got to stop head-butting Gabe, baby girl. He’s being really kind, letting us stay here. Now, say you’re sorry to him.” She turns the goat to face me.

I swear to God, if the goat could give me the middle finger right now, she would.

“I don’t think she’s sorry,” I deadpan.

Speedy puts Gucci down and ushers her out of the room and into the hall, closing the door on her.

“Baaahhh!”

“I’ll be out in a second, Gucci.”

Silence.

Then, I hear little hooves trotting against the wood floor. She’s probably off to destroy something of mine.

Little fucker.

Speedy walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge.

Her hair is all mussed up. Her tan legs are right there, all gorgeous and enticing. She looks sexy as hell.

She’s a goddess. The goddess of sexual torture.

And she’s still wearing those barely there shorts and tank. And, sweet Christ, I can see her nipples through her top again. More so right now, as they’re erect and poking through the fabric. They look so pink and round and inviting.

God, I could just lean forward, take one in my mouth, and suck it through her shirt, making her all wet.

“I’m so sorry about Gucci. I think she’s just struggling with the change. I don’t know how she got out of my room. I must not have shut the door properly. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. Are you okay? You said she butted you in the face? Does it hurt? Gabe? Are you listening to me? Gabe?”

“Huh?”

Her hands go to her hips. “I said, are you listening to me?”

“Honestly, no. I can see your nipples through your top, and it’s really distracting.”

“Oh my God!” she screeches as she clamps her arms over her chest. She jumps to her feet. “You-you crude, rude pervert!”

My eyes follow her up.

God, just look at that tight little body.

“Hey. I’m not the one showing my tits off.”

“Jackass!”

“Cocktease.”

“I am not a cocktease! You-you’re just obsessed with staring at women’s breasts!”

“I don’t deny that I love women’s tits. But, when they’re put on display like yours are, what am I supposed to do?”

“Be a gentleman and not look. Or at least tell me that you can see them, so I can go change.”

I narrow my eyes. “I did tell you.”