Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I glance down at my khaki shorts and a dark V-neck T-shirt. “I’m sure I’m dressed well enough for whatever it is you are having us do.”

He ignores me and pushes into my room. He walks over to the floor of my bed where I tossed the bag that was delivered to my room an hour ago. He picks it up and pulls out a light-blue button-down shirt, khaki pants, dress shoes, and a tie.

“Get dressed,” he says, walking back to the door.

“And if I don’t?”

“Then, I guess I’ll have to find Matt, the runner-up, to take your place on the date with Skye tonight. And shave, too.”

He slams the door. I rip the shirt off my body and throw it at the door, hoping it will help me not kill him. I still want to, but I try to be a good boy. I shave. I get dressed in the clothes that were delivered to me. I’ll play along until I have my chance to steal Skye away to do something with a lot less romance.

I open the door when I’m dressed. Bayron scans me up and down and must approve because he waves me to follow him. I follow him out of my suite and down the hallway to the elevator.

We step on.

“So, what is this grand date you have planned for us tonight?”

“You’ll find out.”

“So, why are you doing this again? Trying to make tonight so perfect for us?”

The doors open to the ground floor, and we both step out.

“Because Skye is a very important guest to us.”

“You mean that she is related to the owner.”

He shakes his head. “No, she’s just special.”

“You have a thing for her or something?”

“No, Mr. Brody, I just care about her. You can ask Miss Skye why if you want more details,” he says, ending the conversation.

I put my hands in my pockets as I follow him out toward the beach, waiting for a clue as to what we are doing. I find none. We stop suddenly in the sand.

“Wait here,” he says.

I sigh but do what I was told.

I watch Bayron jog back up toward the resort and

then disappear. I glance around me, waiting for someone to jump out and mug me if Bayron has his way. Just when I’m about done with this waiting crap, I see her.

She walks down the beach toward me without Bayron in sight—thank god. She’s wearing a light-gray dress that is cut low in the front and then hugs tightly to her body before flowing around her legs. It shimmers a little toward the bottom as she walks, as if each step she takes makes the sand beneath her feet sparkle. The wind blows and tousles her hair over her head while the dress blows at her feet.

He told me to wait. Like a dog. I’m not waiting anymore.

I jog toward her far too fast for someone who is going on a date with a woman he doesn’t even know. But I don’t care what she thinks of me right now. Today has been hell, waiting after our kiss this morning.

She starts running toward me as well until we crash into each other, our lips locking together immediately before anyone has a chance to tell us otherwise. Our hands grab on to each other, holding us together instead of exploring each other’s bodies like I really want to be doing.

Her tongue darts into my mouth, begging me to take the kiss further and making it known just how badly she has wanted to kiss me all day. It makes me hungrier. I need her now.

I deepen the kiss, pushing her lips apart wider as my tongue pushes inside her, massaging her tongue. I hear the purr in her throat in response. She loves it when I kiss her. It’s what caused me to win. One kiss changed it all.

We hear a throat clearing, and she reluctantly starts to pull away, but I won’t let her. Not until I’ve had one last taste.

I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite down. I feel her body tighten in my arms as she tries to keep the intense feelings of desire at bay.