Page 25 of Her Filthy Mistake

“Shit!” Her skin tinges with pink as she attempts to cover her chest and apex, but all it does is make her look more appetizing. My mouth waters as her tight nipples poke out from over the top of her forearms.

“I’m sorry.” My hands ball into fists as I rock back onto my heels. I want to toss her onto the bed and feast on every inch of her body, starting with her plump lips and trailing down to her toes before returning to devour her sex until she screams my name. “I thought you left.”

She blinks as if she’s struggling to focus on my words. Her eyes bounce from my chest to my eyes, down to my crotch, and finally to the wall behind me. The movements are as fast as a pinball machine.

“No.” She licks her lips as every inch of my skin tingles and my dick strains against the thin fabric of my swim trunks. “I didn’t leave. Even though I want to.”

Her eyes finally meet mine again, and I groan in frustration. Why does life have to force us apart? Why couldn’t I have met her before my brother met her mom? Why did I have to drop out of school and run off with the band to try and make it big? Why does her father have to hate my guts?

Right–that’s easy. I’m too old for her. My life is a mess. I’m not good enough for her. It doesn’t matter when I met her because Fletcher would still accuse me of trying to use her to get a record deal. I straighten my shoulders. I’m not singing anymore and haven’t written in over two years. Why would he be opposed to us now? I could explain to him that I’m sober, working a solid job, and have no interest in music anymore.

“Umm….” She shifts from foot to foot. “My robe is behind you. Do you mind getting it? I wasn’t expecting to find anyone in my room.” She shrugs. “Especially you.”

“Right.” I cough and quickly grab the white silk robe off the hook. But it catches as I try to retrieve it, causing the wooden hook to snap off and fall to the floor. “Shit,” I groan, bending down to pick it up. “This day keeps getting better and better.”

She laughs and snatches the robe from my hand. “You could say that again.”

“I’m sorry.” I straighten and worry the piece of wood in my hand as she puts on the robe and cinches it together tight and double knotting the sash. “I thought you’d left, or I wouldn’t have ever come in here.”

The emotion on her face slips from mild humor to stone in a fraction of a second. “I understand. Now that you’ve seen that I’m still here, you can go.”

I want to explain that’s not what I meant, but it doesn’t matter. “Yeah, right.” I rake a hand through my hair. What in the fuck am I still doing in here?

From the nightstand, her cell phone rings. “I need to get that.” When I don’t move, she waits and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s my dad.”

“I’ll go.” As I twist the doorknob, I glance at her over my shoulder. “Don’t tell him I was here.”

Her forehead wrinkles as her eyebrows arch upward. “Why?”

“It’s just better if you don’t.” The phone continues to ring as she eyes me without moving. “He doesn’t like me, so it’s best if you don’t mention we’re sharing a suite.”

The phone rings again. “What do you mean he doesn’t like you?”

“He….” I shake my head. “Never mind. Just answer the phone.”

She races to the end table. “You’re being dramatic. I thought it was women who were dramatic,” she mutters, “But no, it’s all the men in my life.”

The phone stops ringing. “When you get off the phone, we need to talk about our homework.”

Her hand falls to her side as she studies me, the silent phone in her hand. “What homework?”

“We’ll talk about it later. Just call your dad back before he sends the cavalry down here to save you.” If he knew I was in her room and what I wanted to do to her, he’d magically discover the ability to teleport and cut my dick off.

Go. Take a shower. Cool off. Forget what you saw.

Chapter Fourteen

Zoe

“Hello?” My heart thunders in my chest. Jace saw me naked. Stared at me naked. Spent five minutes standing in my room while I was naked. I clutch my robe tighter and shudder.

“What took you so long?” My dad’s voice booms in my ear. I jerk my hand back, so he doesn’t break my eardrum.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” Shit. That sounded guilty. “I was coming out of the shower. Sorry I didn’t reach the phone in time.”

Heat rushes over my cheeks again. But lord, I should feel guilty. The things I’d like to do to Jace would make my father blush.

I fall onto the bed. The soft cushions bounced me upward. But once again–nothing happened. I cringe. Not that I did it on purpose. I had no idea he was in the room when I stepped out of the bathroom. I want him to ravish me of his own free will. Not because I was naked, and any man would gladly jump into bed with a woman strutting around with her tits and ass showing.

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