Page 18 of The Good Girl

“I feel like anything I say now will sound judgy,” I admit.

“And are you? Judging me?”

I nod. “Oh yeah, definitely. Not because I think you’re a bad person or anything. You can sleep with whoever you want. If it works for you, all the power to you. As long as they know it’s just sex and nothing more, I don’t see the harm. It just seems so…”

“Slutty?” he drawls.

“Lonely.”

He’s quiet for a moment, taking me in before holding out his large, scarred hand. “Ambros.”

“Nevaeh,” I say, slipping my hand into his.

“Nevaeh,” he repeats.

“It’s ‘heaven’ spelled backward,” I tell him.

“Pretty.”

I shrug. I’ve never really liked it.

“So the guy? Tell me about him.”

“What’s there to tell?”

“Was he at least good?”

“Umm…” I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“Come on, you might as well tell me. We still have about three and a half hours to kill. And I’m a man-whore, so no judgment from me.”

“It’s not that,” I say, hesitating before thinking,screw it. I’m never going to see him again, and I need to tell someone who won’t judge me. Not that I think Amity would. I’m just embarrassed.

I take a deep breath. “I was drunk and passed out. My friend’s boyfriend carried me to bed, and…”

“And… please tell me your friend’s boyfriend didn’t?—”

“Oh, no—nothing like that. Amity was with him. G adores Amity. He’d never do anything to mess that up. And if I’m wrong and one day he turns into a colossal creep who would do that kind of thing, I’d tell her all about it after I finished burying his body.”

“Okay good, but how do you go from being asleep to?—”

“Waking up with a biker inside me?”

He stares at me, speechless.

“I thought I was dreaming. I… um… write books. That’s why I’m on my way to the UK; I’m going to a book signing.” I pause, but he just watches me, waiting, so I take a breath and continue. “I don’t have much experience, so I read a lot and watch a lot of porn for inspiration.”

“You might just be my dream girl,” he says.

I giggle. “Yeah, well, that’s the thing.” I bite my lip. “The books and porn sites don’t just inspire my writing; they also inspire my dreams… It usually ends before I get to the good part. Only this time, it didn’t.”

He’s staring at me now like he’s never met anyone more fascinating. “So when you said you woke up with a biker inside you, you meant literally.”

I nod. “Yeah, but wait, it gets better.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine how that’s even possible.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you mocking me?”

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