Page 6 of Dirty Like Zane
And when we were alone, like this… he could doanything. Because no one was here to see it, and I’d be unable to stopit.
He could get in myface.
Mess with myhead.
Put his hands onme.
And once he didthat…
“Well,” I said cooly, “I don’t sleep hanging from my feet likeThe Lost Boys, so yeah, I’ve got abunk.”
Attitude.
Denial.
Avoidance.
These were about the only defenses I’d ever had when it came to Zane, and as time wore on, they’d only grown lesseffective.
Avoidance; total avoidance was the only defense I really hadleft.
If I couldn’t avoid him, I wasscrewed.
Literally andoften.
“Whichone?”
I just glared at him.Sonot hisbusiness.
“Lemme guess. The one with the pink velvet blanket and the military corners. And the five hundredpillows.”
“It’s not velvet,” I said, my tonefrigid.
“Felt likevelvet.”
Fucking great. He’d fingered my bed. It probably smelled of him now,too.
“It’s pretty small,” he observed. “You know… you ride on my bus with me, you get a whole bedroom with a giantbed.”
“Mm-hmm. Which I get to share withyou.”
“That’s just one of the perks, Maggs.” He said that slowly, his blue-eyed gaze drifting over my face and lingering on my lips. “No one else on my bus but Shady. It’s gonna get prettyquiet.”
I saidnothing.
“A guy might getlonely…”
“I’m sure you’ll find someone to keep you company,” I told him,deadpan.
I was sure. Women would be lining up to warm Zane Traynor’s bed on this tour, just like they did every other day of hislife.
“Should really be my wife,” he said, his tonesharpening.
“If you hadone.”
He stared atme.
I glared rightback.
