Page 11 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Chapter Four
“How is it?” Zaine managed to keep the anxiety from his voice. Ever since she’d told him yes, he’d gone home and thought about her and how she’d added excitement to his life in such a short period of time. Monique was ballsy and unpredictable, a combination he found hard to resist. A combination he didn’t want to resist.
Why would he? He’d mourned the drawn-out end of his marriage, and now the time to officially move on had arrived. Excitement stirred in his groin. Monique was the perfect rebound experience, and their deal the icing on the cake.
Monique swirled the fettuccine around her fork. “It’s delicious.”
She took a bite, and he watched her, fascinated. Did her accent get sexier by the hour? Thankfully, the table hid his massive erection.
He took a mouthful of the seafood pasta and had to agree it wasn’t half bad. Thanks to Monique, old pleasures resurfaced.
“Why did you stop cooking?” she asked.
“I cooked when I was first married, but then after a while we weren’t home at night at the same time or we just went out to eat. So I stopped putting in the effort,” he said, remembering the many nights he’d try something new and wait for his wife, who showed up too late or prioritized an important business dinner instead. He always wondered if she didn’t encourage his culinary hobby because of her packed schedule or if she didn’t enjoy his food.
Monique took a sip of iced water. “Such a crime. This is really good.”
“Thank you. You’re really good too. I want to know everything about you: your likes, your dislikes. What makes you tick,” he said, leaning closer.
She put her fork to the side of the plate and shifted in her seat. Then, she blurted out, “I’m a Scorpio, I have three younger siblings. My parents are divorced, my mom never remarried. I like singing in the shower, and I don’t like techno music. There should be a special place in hell for email hackers. I also dislike when strangers talk too close to my face.”
A thrill of excitement moved through him. Getting close to her face sounded delicious. He planned on kissing her, stroking her jaw, licking her neck. “That’s a broad range. And what inspired you to come to the United States?”
“I want to join an international teaching program that offers positions in Africa and one of the requirements is proficiency in English. So I saved money and came here to improve my language skills.”
“Nice. Why didn’t you choose England?” he asked. After all, it would probably have been more cost-effective for her to choose a neighboring country. Not that he was complaining, of course.
She tilted her head to the side, as if thinking of her answer. She gave him a look full of wonder, a red flag for her young age. “I could have, yes. But I wanted to explore the world. I didn’t have many opportunities to do so growing up. I figure now that my brothers are more independent and my mom is doing better, I can finally see things for myself,” she said, and her tone sobered at the end.
His heart squeezed a bit as he digested her words. She’d had a tough life, and now wanted to enjoy it and work hard to be able to enjoy it some more. To give back. A relationship didn’t seem in the cards for her, what with her ambitious plans to move to Africa in the near future.
“How about you, Zaine? Do you sing in the shower?”
“I haven’t.” But if you join me in the shower, I’ll belt out any tune.
She turned her lips downward. “From the looks of it, you haven’t done anything fun in a long time,” she said, and if someone else had said it, maybe he’d have thought it intrusive or sarcastic. But raw honesty exuded from her, part of her modus operandi.
He winked at her. “I did something fun last night.” Images of how he kissed her in the laundry room and how she lost herself in him with such lustful abandon popped in his mind. His cock strained against his pants, and he sucked in a breath.
She gave him a sultry smile. “True.”
He swallowed down the lump lodged in his throat. “You’re very blunt, Monique.”
An undeniable spark shined in the depths of her green eyes. “I can’t help it.”
“Don’t change. I like it.” He stood. “I’ll get the dessert.”
He headed to the kitchen. He’d bought some macarons, luscious strawberries, and a chocolate cake. He had no idea what she liked, but just in case he had some sorbet in the freezer too. He set the strawberries and the whipped cream on a tray and returned to the table. To his surprise, she was no longer sitting there. She’d vanished.
He placed the tray on the table and scratched his head. Shit. Had she bailed on him? Changed her mind? A splash from the terrace relieved him tremendously.
With long, powerful strides, he hurried to the outdoor area. If not for the splash, he could have found her by following the path of her clothes scattered on the pebbled floor. Her black dress pooled at the foot of the lounge chair, and her bra and panties lay closer to the edge of the pool. His cock reached a painful level of arousal.
She swam inside his kidney-shaped pool, the built-in lights outlining her perfect body. He touched his belt, but as she came out for air, he stopped, unable to take his eyes off her slick wet hair and the smooth curve of her shoulders. She was stunning, and when she parted her bow-shaped pink lips and licked them, his cock grew even harder.
“Give me a little show,” she said.
A little show? He clasped his belt buckle. “I wear the pants in a relationship,” he said, then a second later the foolishness of his own words rang in his ears. Doesn’t sound like it if you have to say it out loud, macho man. His gut clenched.
