Page 19 of Dirty Roxie

I’m attracted to him, no doubt about it. But he’s not even my normal type. First, he’s way too pale. I like my men to have a little color to them. Second, his hair is just a tad too long. Give me a buzz cut any day of the week, and I’ll be running my fingers along the top of it every chance I get. Third, he’s just not as built as the men I usually date. I like ’em bulky, more like Daria’s boyfriend, Mack. Brawny with a barrel chest, biceps the size of tree trunks.

Still, here I sit, lusting after this trim, albeit muscular, pale man who really shouldn’t do it for me at all. I mean—

Oh, hold up.

Was that?

Holy shit.

My conscious mind may not know why I’m attracted to this guy, but my subconscious is one smart cookie. ’Cause that man is hung.

H. U. N. G.

I lick my lips, then laugh at myself when I realize I’ve done it. Not because he’s not lip-licking worthy, but because I’m sure a bit of drool slipped out the corner of my mouth and headed down my chin. And that reaction is so cliché.

Which doesn’t stop it from being my reaction every time I see something I want in my mouth. Or between my legs.

The water shuts off and I race-walk out of the room, one shoe on, one off, trailing the holstered gun behind me. The last thing I want is for Ronan to see me drooling—literally—over his freshly washed, well-endowed, beautiful man body.

The scent of his body wash follows me as I head back to the main area and try to slow my racing heart. Eucalyptus and pine float on the steam rolling through the air, making my girly parts tingle in all the right ways.

Ronan rustles about in the bathroom, then the bedroom. So in tune am I to his every movement right now, I hear the towel drop and his legs sliding into his slacks. He snaps a dress shirt in the air, then pulls it over his arms. I picture it fitting snug over his biceps.

I get my other shoe on and attach the holster to my left thigh. Then glance around the room for something else to mess with.

Like magic, my phone dings with a new text message.

JEN: How’s it going?

ME: OMG. I just saw Ronan in the shower through the bathroom door. The man is hung like a fucking horse. No exaggeration. I’m not going to last if we don’t have sex soon.

JEN: I meant with the op.

ME: Oh, that’s fine, we’ve got some party thing to go to tonight. Andrei and Viktor are supposed to be there. I’ve been dying to try out this new thigh holster. Oh, and you should see me!

I snap a quick selfie and send it to her.

JEN: You’re lucky this phone is secure! You know better than to send pictures of yourself when you’re UC. Jeez, woman.

ME: If that’s your way of saying I look good, thank you.

JEN: You look beautiful. The black hair makes you look regal.

ME: That’s what I thought!

JEN: Is Ronan in disguise as well?

ME: He bleached his hair blond.

JEN: Interesting.

ME: It is. I thought it would make him look all washed out, but he looks like the hot vampire from True Blood.

JEN: Bill? He had dark hair.

ME: No! The hot one! The blond with long hair.

JEN: Oh, Eric. Yes. Sigh.