Page 12 of Such a Naughty Girl

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Disgust hit me like a raging bull, making thestickinessof my pantiesretch-worthy.

‘Get off,’I said, turning and pushing Emmett to create space between us.

‘Well then. What happened to theyes daddies?’

‘Temporary insanity.’

‘I think you call itlust, pretty girl.’Emmett laughed and lit another match, touching it to the gas stove.

‘For you? Never. What kind of man makes a woman debase herself to get some breakfast?’I strode to the other side of the cabin as I vented. ‘Not the kind of man I’d ever want.’

‘Tell your pussy that, doll face. She wanted to be strokedreal bad.’

‘Argh!’I slammed the bathroom door behind me, tearing off the soiled panties and tossing them in the steel tub, which engulfed the majority of the small room. I turned on the tap, letting the cold water wash over the cotton.

My back hit the panelled wall, and I slid down it, sitting cross-legged on the worn floor. Between my thighs was a state. Pink and puffy and covered with a shiny moisture. Asfascinatingas it was weird.

My world was off kilter.Disappointmentcollided with disgust. Pleasure with anger. And the worst one of all;lust.

And I hated Emmett for that the most. Because how could he have made me want him in that way?

Kneeling up and reaching over the tub, I turned off the tap. Hiding out in the bathroom tempted me, but the smell of hot, greasy bacon seeped under the door.

Pulling my hoodie down over my butt, I took a long breath before opening the door, steeling myself.

The bacon sandwich had better be the best one I’d ever tasted.

Emmett gave me some soup and chunks of well-buttered bread for lunch, and demanded nothing of me.

Deep suspicion clouded each bite.

With little to do in the cabin other than sit in silence, I ended up picking a book off his shelf and attempted to lose myself in it.

Unfortunately, it was as dull as dishwater and when evening rolled in it was too dark to pretend to read in anyconvincingmanner.

Slapping the book down on the coffee table, I watched my grouchy cabin mate for a time. Despite my initial reaction to him, he wasn’t exactlyunattractive. More unkempt than anything. Dark hair gave way to the peppery grey,threateningto overwhelm it. He needed a good trim. Lines sprouted from the outer edges of his eyes, speaking of him being capable of laughing at some point, though I’d seen little mirth in my short time with him.

‘Why are you living all the way out here? It’s miles from anything?’I asked, curiosity and boredom getting the better of me.

‘I like it.’

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. Emmett was chatty enough when he had his fingers between my legs, butconversingwith clothes on? Too much.

‘No fooddeliveries. No taxis. No neighbours. Don’t you get lonely?’

‘Not so far. I’ve got Chunk.’

‘Chunk’s sweet, but he’s hardly enough to top up your social battery.’Emmett’s eyebrows furrowed as I spoke.

‘He’s plenty enough,’Emmett said.

‘And why don’t you have any Christmasdecorations? Don’t you celebrate it?’

Emmett snorted. ‘Lights wouldn’t be working anyway, would they?’

‘God, you’re insufferable,’ I sighed.

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