Page 9 of Never Die for a Sinner
Unfortunately, the chill is somewhere deeper. A part of me locked away that I refuse to access. Like a girl trapped in a closet screaming for someone to let her out.
Sadly, I don’t think it will be me.
LEVI
There’s nothing like waking up to the scent of citrus and lavender in the air.
Except for when the little brat wearing the intoxicating perfume barges through the door at noon with the vacuum on thedestroy the sound barriersetting.
I groan, grab the pillow beside me, and hold it over my head.
It doesn’t help, but at least I can compose myself before I have to look at her.
Ava doesn’t stop, banging into shit and otherwise being a holy fucking terror while she vacuums my room.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit, rolling over to find she’s not even looking at me. Her headphones are in her ears, and she’s sweeping as if I’m not lying right in front of her, dick swaying in the breeze, with a massive fucking hangover.
Without her realizing I’m here, it gives me a moment to check her out. My little housekeeper is something that men used to go to war for. Perfect little body, round ass, pretty green eyes. Throaty voice that I can’t help but wonder if it would sound just as sexy moaning my name as it does when she’s stuttering out some excuse for being in my father’s room.
Ava Ryan is perfect in every way.
And that’s why I can’t fucking stand her.
Climbing from the bed, I go over to the wall, bend down, and rip the cord from the plug.
My head throbs in the silence that follows.
Ava spins around, letting out a yelp when she sees me there. I doubt the little vacuum tyrant even knew I was here. She’s never been very perceptive, especially when it comes to me.
Fucking figures . . .
“Oh my God!” she blurts, her eyes wide as saucers and filled with horror.
I look down, following her gaze.
Oh, right. My dick’s still out.
“You want an autograph?” It lacks any humor, because well . . . after being woken up like that, I’m not feeling very humorous.
Ava’s cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, and she looks past me, toward the wall instead.
I almost laugh. I would, were I not still on edge from her waking me up from a dead sleep. I rarely get sleep without strings attached.
“I-I-I . . .”
She’s flustered. It’s cute. Oddly enough, I’ve never found anythingcutebefore in my fucking life.
Unable to resist fucking with her, I step closer, and she backs up abruptly until she crashes into the dresser behind me.
Yeah, just as I thought. I’d chew her up and spit her out before breakfast.
“If you wanted a peek, all you had to do was ask.”
“I’m s-sorry,” she stammers, feet still rooted in place where she’s pressed back against the dresser. “I-I’ll go.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She doesn’t respond, though I can hear her sharp little intake of breath.
Fuck, I forgot how beautiful she is up close. Like she was handcrafted to ruin me.
