Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

“Hey, guys! Look, I found the two lovebirds,” Noah says.

I quickly slip out of Skye as my face turns redder—not because of embarrassment, but because my douche-bag friends were the ones who caused me to end that romp much sooner than I wanted to.

“I’m not talking to you until we are back home and in the office and I don’t have a choice but to talk to you. Until then, leave me alone,” I say as I turn my attention back to Skye, who is still pinned beneath me.

I know I wanted to fuck her every hour on the hour, but I’m not sure I can wait a whole hour to have her again. She’s far too addictive for me to wait.

Noah laughs. The other two look at us with an amused grin on their faces, arms folded across their chests.

“You know they have bedrooms in this place for you to fuck in,” Noah says with a wink.

I glare at him. I’m going to fire him when we get back home.

Skye laughs and pushes me off of her. I sit on the edge of the lounger while she turns and hangs her legs off, facing the men who are still standing, looking at us like they just found gold. But, if they think they are going to hang this over my head for the rest of eternity when we get back, they are wrong. They forget I’m their controlling boss who will fire them all if it comes to it.

“Actually, you were just who I was looking for,” Skye says.

My glare turns from them to her. “What are you talking about?”

I know that Skye wants some kinky sex to make her forget about whatever she came here to forget, but if she’s going to suggest a threesome with any one of these guys, I’m going to throw her over my shoulder and trap her in my room for the rest of the week. I won’t share her. Not even with my best friends.

She ignores me, looking at them.

Noah sits down on the other lounger, curiously looking at her. “How can I be of help?”

“Well, this was supposed to be a no-strings attached, hot romance kind of thing for one week. But, unfortunately, a cat needed some rescuing the other day. The cat is fine now, but I had to show off some of my fabulous veterinarian skills, revealing far more about myself to Mr. Romantic here than I wanted. Now, he won’t share anything with me to even the score. Care to share and get me caught up on him?”

“Noah is not saying anything,” I say, looking at him dead in the eye, threatening more than his job if he says anything to her.

He smirks. “What do you want to know?” he asks, leaning closer to Skye.

“Something juicy. Because Mr. Romantic over here is acting far too perfect, and I know he has a darker side that he isn’t showing me yet.”

He glances at me while I continue to frown.

“He’s being too romantic, huh?”

She nods.

“Hmm, that’s shocking. I didn’t think he had a romantic drop in his body.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he’s a ruthless, controlling boss to us. A man who doesn’t date. He doesn’t do romance. All he cares about is money and pussy. Back home, he has a woman for every day of the week. So, whatever romantic he’s pretending to be here, he’s the exact opposite. It’s a lie. He’s nothing but a prick who will rip your heart out if you let him get too close.”

I’m going to kill him. Here. Now. I won’t even let him go back home. He’s dead to me.

Skye smiles, placing her hand on his folded hands. “Thank you. That’s just what I needed to hear.”

I look at Skye like I’m looking at her for the first time. I thought she just wanted me to act cold toward her to help her keep from getting attached to me. That way, she couldn’t have feelings toward me, and we could easily go our separate ways after this week. But I’m beginning to think it’s more than that. She doesn’t just want me to act distant toward her; she wants me to be cruel toward her. I’m missing something. A piece of her puzzle that I may never understand.

5

Skye

He’s a bad boy, just like I wanted him to be. Every drop of romance he’s given me has all been an act, most likely because he thought that was what he needed to do to get me into his bed. But, hopefully, now, he understands it’s the exact opposite of what I want. I don’t want a man who does anything more than kinky sex.

But still, from the look on Brody’s face, he isn’t too happy with his friends for revealing his true self to me. He doesn’t realize that it’s a blessing, not a curse, to know the truth. But he will.