Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

In the corner of my eye, I see them look at each other.

“Are you trying to find them, too?”

“Me?” I laugh. “No. I’m not into celebrities at all, I think they’re sell-outs.”

The comment is enough to put the girls off surely, but no, they exit on level five on the hunt for their soccer stars. I exit on level twenty-two, taking a left and hoping I don’t run into Ash. They’re on the same floor but in different rooms—a request from Logan because Ash snores like a freight train.

The door to room 609 is in front of me. Knocking gently, I wait for any sounds of life before knocking a little harder. The door opens and Logan’s standing in the entrance, wearing a towel around his waist with his hair dripping wet.

Don’t look at his body.

Ignore the pack of abs screaming ‘lick me.’

I smile politely then walk in holding my breath, letting it go when I scan the room. Logan’s a complete neat freak, the total opposite of Ash. He’s made his own bed and even hung the towels in the bathroom. The room is modern, drapes open slightly to allow the morning sun.

I turn back around to face him.

“Did I miss the memo to work out?” he jokes.

I try to hide my smirk but it’s impossible, especially as he stands there tempting me so badly. “Did I miss the memo to join the Swedish hot-tub club?”

Logan chuckles, his wide grin accentuating his strong jawline. “I was taking a shower.”

“How convenient of you?” I say, holding his gaze.

A look passes between us, and not to show how uncomfortable I am I walk to the window and pretend to be looking at the view. I have to admit it is stunning. The Hollywood Hills in the distance and blue skies

gracing us on this beautiful spring day.

As I look around, I notice a couple in the apartment block the next street over. They’re inside what looks like a living room and the chick is on all fours as a guy eats her out from behind.

“Oh my God!” I gasp, covering my mouth instantly.

“What?” Logan stands behind me, a little too close. I can feel the towel touching my yoga pants.

“That couple.” I point.

“Oh, yeah... them.”

“Oh, yeah, them?” I repeat. “You’ve been here a day and you’re talking about them like you’re besties.”

“They caught my eye yesterday. Although, he had his cock in her ass that time.”

My eyes widen, the heat rising beneath my skin. Logan mentioning the word cock does something to me that needs to be restrained or I will jump him with that towel on. “Nice.”

He laughs, placing his hands on my shoulders then massages them gently. “There’re many words to describe being ass-fucked, but nice is probably not one of them.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I admit, immediately regretting it. “Wow! Those palm trees are tall.”

He turns me around, his stance intimidating me. “You don’t go from telling me you’ve never had a dick in your ass to the height of palm trees.”

“Uh... whatever.” I roll my eyes. “I bet you’ve fucked a million girls that way, man-whore.”

Logan continues to laugh irritating me further. “Believe it or not, no. When I fuck, I want it over and done with and out of my apartment.”

“Nice,” I say again, with a fake smile.

“That’s not nice, Emmy. I sense some jealousy in your voice.”