Page 3 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

“Of course.”

“Thanks, Nico. I owe you one.”

Nico hung up his phone, and rushed to the door. His property was located only a few minutes from Zaine’s in Hollywood Hills. He slid into his black Ferrari and zipped through the empty streets.

Emma Cavanaugh. He hoped she wasn’t in any trouble. Zaine’s little sister was a curvy brunette, with an ass that made him drool, and bright hazel eyes that carried a promise. Well, in his mind, anyway.

Which was where his fantasies would remain.

He’d never get involved with his best friend’s sister, because Emma had the whole white-picket-fence dream written on her forehead in bold letters. She was taken, anyway—engaged to some pansy-ass guy he’d met a couple of times. Samuel or Syd or whatever the hell his name was. Nico doubted that a boring dentist who parted his hair to the side and slicked it with gel knew how to properly handle a luscious woman like Emma.

Sighing, he accelerated. She could be in trouble and here he was, salivating over her sexy body and pretty face. His father had a point—Nico didn’t care about anyone but himself, and that suited him. That truth ruled his life, and it expanded his horizons and limited them in equal measures.

He parked in front of the impressive house and ran to the door. All the lights were off. No trace of a police car. Maybe knocking on the door wasn’t the brightest idea… What if the intruder hurt her or took her away?

Nico’s heart thrummed. He walked around the property first to study the area before making up his mind. He didn’t see anyone through those glass walls. A glass of wine sat half empty on the coffee table in the living room, and a reality show was on the sleek TV screen.

But no sign of Emma.

He climbed up a tree and got to the second floor of the house. He opened the window from the outside and slid inside. He’d excelled in every martial arts class he’d taken, and he doubted the intruder wouldn’t be intimidated by his muscular six-feet-three frame. He curled his fingers into a ball, ready to knock out the bastard when he saw him.

He padded on his feet through the hallways until he found a room with light trespassing down the closed door.

Without delay, he kicked the door open.

Emma was sitting on the bed, eyes widening, as she gasped and tied the knot of her silk robe. “What? Nico?” she shouted. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?”

Did she want to give him one? The smooth fabric outlined her womanly curves. Desire hit him like a blow. “You okay?” he asked, glancing around the guest room she occupied.

“I was until you barged in here and I almost died.”

“Your brother told me to check on you. He said one of the alarms went off.”

“Yes, I know. I drank too much and didn’t remember the code when I walked in here. So the damn thing activated, but I called the security company, and everything is squared away now.”

“So, no intruders?”

She pointed at him. “Well, I have a big intruder right in front of me.”

“Funny.”

“Let’s go downstairs and have a drink.”

“Seems like you’ve been having too much of it. What’s wrong?”

She walked out of her room, and he followed her, trying hard not to ogle her perfectly round, lavish butt cheeks that swayed as she walked. Not only did she have an ass he only dreamed of seeing, she had curvy hips. Her body was the epitome of an hourglass figure, and it raised his internal temperature to an unbearable level.

You’re drooling only because you haven’t nailed her. If you nail her, the magic’s gone.

He sent Zaine a quick text message to say there’d been no break-in, and she was safe. After his friend replied and thanked him, he slid his phone back in his pocket.

When they entered the living area, she turned on two lamps and turned down the TV’s volume. She reached for the bottle of red wine and gestured it to him. “Want?”

He grabbed it from her hand. “Doesn’t it seem like you’ve had enough?”

She shook her head and took it back from him. “Please. I was dumped today. I’m entitled.”

He cleared his throat. “Your fiancé broke up with you?”

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