Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(91)

 

“Oh, please, you don’t even know me, princess.”

 

“Fine with me,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest, sneering at me.

 

“We could fix that, if you wanted to,” I wink at her, and she blushes bright pink.

 

“Um, yeah, no thanks.”

 

“So, explain to me how the first daughter manages to get into a sex club.”

 

That blush only grows deeper as she quickly drops her eyes from mine and looks at her nails. She turns to glance down the hallway before she shoots me another glare. “Well why were you at a sex club?” She says tightly and quietly, her cheeks flushing just by saying the words.

 

“Because I like sex, obviously. Clubs I could take or leave.”

 

Madison wrinkles her brow and makes a face. “Eww?”

 

I grin at her, loving the way it just gets that red to flush even deeper across her lightly freckled cheeks. I’ve been formally introduced to this girl for all of twelve minutes, and it’s taken about half that time to know that there is something seriously wrong with the narrative of her being in a place like that pretty much ever.

 

It occurs to me how bizarre of a meeting this is. Beyond the obvious implications of who we are — in the world and to each other — it’s sort of a strange feeling to be introduced to someone after you’ve been inside of them and after you’ve watched them come. The difference between us though is that I think it’s hilarious, and she clearly feels exactly the opposite.

 

She shakes her head and tries to push past me, but I stop her with a hand on her arm. “You’re dodging the question.”

 

“What question?”

 

“That night? You, there?” I shrug. “I’m just curious.”

 

She purses her lips together. “Well, be curious to yourself,” she hisses, glancing around the hallway again. “And why are you following me?”

 

“Um, because it’s my job, doll, that’s why. I’m your detail, I thought we’d been over this back there with our parents.”

 

Her face cringes. “Please never say that again?” She pinches the bridge of her nose with one hand, her arms crossed tight across that cream blazer. “So my detail needs to linger outside bathrooms for me?”

 

“Gotta make sure you’re okay in there,” I say with a grin. “Never know when you’ll need a fresh roll of TP. And what happens if you sprinkle on the seat or something?”

 

I flash her another grin and she wrinkles her nose at me again in return. “You’re gross, and I’m sure I’m safe peeing in the most fortified house on the planet.”

 

“Well, yeah, thanks to guys like me keeping an eye on you.”

 

“Well stop keeping an eye on me when I’m in the bathroom, okay?”

 

“What, you worried about me seeing something I’ve already seen?”

 

Madison’s face goes bright red and she audibly groans and drops her face into her hands.

 

She tosses her head back, her dark hair framed wild around her shoulders and her chest heaving. Her lip is caught between her teeth, looking something between cute and mind-blowingly sexy that has me growling deeper and gripping her hips even tighter as she rocks them against me. Her eyes squeeze shut and her fingernails drag over my chest as she cries out, her body shuddering above me as I drive up into her again, and again, and-

 

“Please tell me why you’re here.”

 

I blink and furrow my brow at her. “You know, for a smart girl, you really don’t pay attention much.”

 

“Cute. You know what I mean. Why here? Why this job?”

 

I shrug. “Military family, my dad served, I served.”

 

Her scowling look softens for a second. “I forgot you’d served.”

 

“Yep,” I tap my shoulder, where the bullet went clean through. “God and country and all that.”

 

“Oh.”

 

I laugh. “What, feeling bad about sassing a vet now?” She rolls her eyes and starts to turn away again, but I pull her back gently by the arm. “Listen, I know you’re pissed about being here.”

 

“You have no idea.”

 

“Oh? I don’t?” It’s my turn to frown at her now. The sass is one thing, and the backtalk and the shitty attitude I can take. But the holier than thou ‘woe is me’ bullshit from spoiled little rich girl Madison Adams? Yeah, that I’m going to have a real fucking problem with. Because I’m here to do a job, not babysit a brat like her. And even if that job has a rapidly approaching expiration date, I’m going to damn well do it to the best of my abilities until they make me stop.