Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

I laugh on cue. “If I was with someone who didn’t like pizza, there would be no future for us.”

“Yes, well that’s the difference between you and her,” he boldly states.

“I’m sorry, Haden. Please just once and for all tell me, why are you marrying her?”

He shuffles uncomfortably. “I told you. I love her.”

“I know you said that,” I hate to admit. “But you just met her. How does a guy who is used to jumping into random panties suddenly tie himself down?”

I can see that he is wringing the napkin between his hands. Staring at the floor, he lets out a long breath, then opens his mouth to speak. “She happened to be there at a time when I needed someone. I can’t forget that. Despite what you might think, she’s a really good person.”

I quickly defend his allegation against me. “I never said she wasn’t, I just don’t understand why you are rushing into marriage.”

“Well, I just told you. She’s great. My mom loves her and so it just makes sense.”

I don’t pry further because, truth be told, he sounds completely unsure of himself. So, after that revelation, we continue to sit in silence.

“Why did you stop talking to me that morning you woke up?” he questions, this time holding my gaze.

It’s the second time he’s asked me that, and this time I call defeat. Honesty is something I base all of my relationships on, whether they be partners or friends.

“The truth? And don’t get a big head. And when I say head, I mean down below, because no chance, buddy.” Looking puzzled, he waits for my explanation. “I had a dream about you. About us.”

With a smug look, he pries further. “What was I doing in the dream?”

“Stop playing dumb. I don’t need to spell it out for you. It’s awkward and I really don’t want to discuss it further.”

With a wide cocky grin, he licks his lips before asking, “Was I at least good?”

Should I answer his ridiculous question? His body looks inviting, and Kitty is wearing some slutty getup with her legs crossed, showing way too much skin.

Still in his suit, with his shirt partially unbuttoned and flashing me his tanned skin, I realize my strong will can only be pushed so far. That, and Kitty practically has her welcome wagon ready because she is pulling out all the stops. Stupid, horny traitor!

“Have some faith in yourself, Jerk. Yes, you were. Totally sweeping this convo under the rug now,” I mumble.

With a sly smile, he leans in a little further. “I had a similar dream that night.”

I almost spit out my drink and choke on the liquid stuck in my throat. I cough involuntarily until Haden realizes I need assistance and pats me on the back repeatedly.

“You okay?”

I nod, embarrassed that he thinks I am this affected by his admission.

“I don’t know what to say. This is really awkward.”

“What else is there to say besides the fact that we are clearly attracted to each other?”

How do I respond to that!? Is it written all over my face? Are my nipples hard, giving off some sort of horny vibe? Panicking, I try to come up with something witty to say, but nada.

“Haden, I don’t think—”

“Let me finish. It was bound to happen and I blame curiosity,” he claims. “We both know it can’t happen.”

My heart slightly sinks as he says that. Shit, why the hell did I react that way? I don’t have those types of feelings towards him . . . do I?

Don’t answer that!

“It can’t happen because you’re getting married.” There, I said it again. “Haden, we’ve got to stop playing these games.”