Page 5 of Dirty Like Zane
“I’mnot.”
“Yeah, but you’re not supposed to be here. See the sign?NO DUDES.” I gave him the fakest smile in the history of smiles. “That meansever, and that meansyou.”
Zane appeared totally unfazed by my sign or my attitude. “We’re not even on the road yet, Maggs. Come on, I wanna see your bus.” Then he shouldered past me with his broad man-shoulders.
“For fuck’s sake. We’re leavingsoon.”
“Got twentyminutes.”
“Alec’s looking foryou.”
“Just sawhim.”
I huffed a sigh and stood in the middle of the lounge with my arms crossed, waiting for this to be over as he poked around. Then he disappeared down the backhall.
When he reemerged, he looked around, his gaze lingering on the flowers and the strings of twinkly lights I’d hung, the fluffy pink pillows and the neon lady symbol on the wall. “So, no dudes,huh?”
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“Because,” I told him as icily as I could, “dudes ruinthings.”
His eyelids dropped a little, and his gaze drifted south of my waist. I was wearing jeans and a little sleeveless top, both were tight, and now I was wishing I’d worn a much longer, baggier shirt. Or maybe a garbage bag. “Whatthings?”
“For one, you’re smelling up my Lady Bus with your mansmell.”
His eyes met mine again and the corner of his gorgeous mouthtwitched.
And my knees wobbled alittle.
It was true; I could totally smell him. He smelled like pot, a bit. But then there was that heady, sexy scent of his that had always driven me fucking crazy. Or driven my sex parts crazy. I was pretty sure the mere smell of this man had made me spontaneously ovulate a time or two. And by now, I knew exactly what it was; this spiced-chai bodywash he used combined with the leather vests he pretty much lived in… andhim. Yup. Zane just smelledthatgood.
Totallyunfair.
When Zane Traynor walked into a room—or in this case, my tour bus—he came armed with an array of weapons: his bad-boy blond hair, his ice-chip blue eyes, his devilish smile, his smoky voice, his rock-hard body… and that pussy-wetting smell of his… to name afew.
You know, like any naturalpredator.
While I felt like some poor, soft snail caught without its shell, utterly defenseless as he sauntered over to me, his eyes locked onmine.
“You can smell me?” he asked, in that lazy, suggestive way of his when he got close. “Over all that potpourrishit?”
“Potpourri?” I glared at him. “What is this, 1983 at your grandma’s house? It’s incense, it’s Fresh Rain scent and you’re ruiningit.”
He stared at me, his tongue swiping slowly over his bottom lip, and my eyes tracked the movement. I couldn’t stop staring at hismouth.
Maybe because I knew exactly how that tongue and those soft lips felt… all overme.
He nodded toward the back hall. “You got a bunk backthere?”
I tightened my arms over my chest, even as my stomachdropped.
Fuck.Me.
I was so woefully ill-equipped to handle thisshit.
I needed to avoid this man like I needed my next breath. Because whenever he got near me, he hacked my feeble defenses right down to the quick. And when he got my defenses down, he got mealone.
