Page 45 of Born To Be Bad

Ivy nods. “That’s because you’re a bad man.”

A chuckle escapes me. “Am I?”

She moves her eyebrows suggestively. “Wanna join the Mile High Club?”

“Thank you for the alluring invitation,” I reply. “But you’re around twenty years too late.”

“You slut!” she whispers.

I slant my head as if in thought, then nod once. “Accurate.” I take a sip. “So then I guess the better question would be would you like to join the Mile High Club?”

“Yawn,” she mimics. “Not in the mood anymore. Turns out my boyfriend’s a ho.”

“I can’t believe you’re slut-shaming me,” I tell her, shaking my head. “Bitterly disappointing.”

“You’re the one who’s disappointing,” she says, putting her bare foot between my thighs.

When I adjust myself and look back up at her, she quickly lifts her skirt and flashes me.

“Now who’s the hussy?” I hiss.

“I guess we both are,” Ivy replies, lips curving up. “It’s why we get on so well.”

I find myself growling again. I’m ready for her.

“That day at the protest. I was ready to give up men and sex altogether.”

“God, that would have been an utterly tragic waste.”

“Good thing you saved me,” she says, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Indeed,” I reply. “Although I think the word ‘save’ is a little strong. I just gave you a hand.”

She smiles suggestively. “You gave me a little more than a … hand.”

I laugh.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she says. “I fucking love your hands.”

“You were worried I’d kidnapped you,” I muse.

Ivy chuckles. “It was a fair suspicion. I woke up in a strange room, with a strange man staring at me.”

“You have a point.” I concede.

“And you hacked my phone.”

“Also fair.”

“You were also fucking gorgeous, so that was worrying.”

I almost spit out my champagne. “What do you mean ‘were’? Were gorgeous, past tense?”

She laughs.

“And why is being attractive a red flag? Is this a new woke thing?”

“No, it’s a BookTok thing.”

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