Page 8 of Such a Naughty Girl

Smoothing myhairback, I discarded my worry. Who cared how I looked? Chunk didn’t. The girl didn’t matter.

A shriek met me as I exited thebathroom, seeing two petite swathes of flesh culminating in a pair of white cotton panties.

Holy shit.

She rushed to pull on my pants, yanking them up over her hips while scowling at me. The glimpse stirred at me, and I wanted to hear her beg me for something else soon. I’d ask to touch her firm, smooththighs.

Maybe I’d coat them, too.

Pulling back thebedcovers, I stripped to my boxer shorts and t-shirt before flopping myself onto the mattress.

‘Emmett,’Izzy hesitated. My name sounded like a charm coming from her lips. ‘Do you have a spare blanket for the couch?’

The temptation to say yes, just so I could stroke herthighs, danced in front of me. I was too damned tired to play the game.

‘I don’t. You’re welcome to join me in thebed.’

‘No, thank you.’Her words were clipped.

‘Suit yourself. I’m getting some shut-eye.’

I tapped on the foot of thebed, and Chunk jumped up, warming my feet.

Before closing my eyes, I stole a look at Izzy. With arms wrapped around her knees, she looked miserable.

Hope she doesn’t shank me in the night.

I’d deserve it if she did.

CHAPTER FIVE

IZZY

Between the incessant whistling of the wind and the cabin growing colder by the minute, I couldn’t sleep. Emmett’s soft snores mingled with the dog's, rubbing their rest right in my face. I’d fallen asleep long enough for the fire to burn out, but the cold dragged me from slumber and kept me from returning to the escape my dreams afforded.

Wrapping my armstighteraround myself, I pressedtighterinto the corner of the sofa, trying to capture any heat from its edges.

The bed looked so warm.

But it contained the disgusting older man who’d only helped me after I’dgoneagainst my morals to touch him. He’d cover me in his… grossness. Thengonetobedand slept like a baby.

Reaching into mybag, I pulled out my phone. Still no signal. With a groan, I tossed it back in mybag. The dog looked up at me through sleepy eyes, and I patted the couchseatbeside me. His warmth was preferable to Emmett’s.

‘Come on, Chunk,’ I whispered, patting the seat.

Stretching, he stood on thebed, before hopping down and coming over to me with a wagging tail. His movements wereslow and steady until he pushed his furry head into my lap and demanded pets.

Sinking my fingers into his thickfur, I smiled.

‘You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Shame you’re stuck here with him, huh?’

Chunknuzzled into me while I stroked his silken ears.

‘Come on up, I need someone to keep me cozy,’I pleaded.

He glanced back over at the bed, before relenting me and climbing up beside me.

‘Yes. Thank you,’I mumbled, tuckingmyselfin behind him and laying out on the couch. Hiswarmthfiltered through hisfurand into me, and I found tears springing at the gentle touch.

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