Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)

“Thanks.”

I give her a clinical look as she lights up. She’s too skinny. She also looks a bit like Gigi, I think randomly, and cringe.

Ah fuck. That’s not why I picked her last night… is it? Jesus Christ. That’s an asshole move, Rett, and you know it. Even if I didn’t end up fucking her.

And especially since I can’t fucking remember her name. Why did I bring her home? What was I thinking?

Nothing coherent, probably. I was drunk off my ass. Happens a lot lately. I like how it knocks me out afterward. Blackout. No dreams that I can recall.

She blows out smoke and looks at me from kohl-smudged eyes. They’re blue, but much paler than Gigi’s.

And that should be a relief, that she isn’t so similar from closer up, but it only serves to annoy me more. Fuck, what’s wrong with me?

“So, hot stuff.” She smirks at me. “Won’t you offer me breakfast?”

“Fridge is empty.”

Her face scrunches up. “That sucks. Hey, did we fuck last night?”

“No.”

“But I’m naked.”

“You insisted on taking off your clothes. Feel free to put them back on.”

“Whatever.” She snorts and tucks one arm under her tits. “How about a round two?”

God, can’t she take a hint? “I said, we didn’t fuck last night, and I got to be somewhere. Finish your smoke and get out.”

She lifts her penciled brows. “Seriously? You’re kicking me out?”

She’s the first chick I’ve brought home in months, and now I’m starting to think it was a huge fucking mistake.

“Yes,” I tell her calmly. “Get lost.”

“Wow, you’re a jerk.”

I shrug. Not gonna argue about that. “Don’t forget your purse. Not gonna come after you to return it.”

She throws the cigarette out of the window, glares daggers at me and stomps back to the bed, hunting for her clothes. “Well, aren’t you a piece of work? I should’ve listened to the rumors.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, turning away from her bared ass and putting out my burned-out cig in the ashtray I’ve got there. Grabbing the lighter she left on the windowsill, I light up a new smoke. “You should have listened.”

“Joanna told me you like to pounce on girls and take them home for a quick fuck and a kick in the butt.”

I raise my brows. Apart from the fact we didn’t fuck… who the hell is Joanna anyway?

“That you like fucking them against the wall in the back of bars and clubs, like an animal.” She’s on a roll. She kicks at the bed, and I wince on her behalf. “You are an animal, Rett.”

Sure.

And she came with me hoping to experience the thrill?

“Your purse,” I remind her. “And your phone. I’m not opening the door if you come later looking for them.”

“Asshole.”

Yeah, yeah. I know. “Close the door on your way out,” I mutter.