Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

EMMETT

It was like the girl had gone and fucked me dry. A hand job had never left me so god damned lightheaded.

Stacking more logs into the burner and giving her an extra large cup of coffee was the least I could do.

She’d disappeared into thebathroomfor nearly twenty minutes,longenough that I considered rapping on the door and demanding she come out.

I’d long learned that hurrying a woman in the bathroom never ended well for me.

After, she’d demanded to try the phone, onlytakinga seat when she heard for herself the line was dead.

She tucked her legs underneath her, still dark to the knees from walking through the snow, barelytakingup one full couch cushion, looking like a lost deer amongst my belongings.

‘Can I request sugar and some milk? Or will it cost me more of mydignity?’Her words held a petulant sting whichmademe grin. The girl had bite.

‘It only costsdignityif you let it. Ain’t nobody else gonna know other than Chunk here, and I don’t think he’ll be telling anyone.’

‘Is that a no?’She had a prettyvoice, clipped and haughty. The kind ofvoiceI should have had in my previous life as a finance guy. Would havemademe fit in a damn sight more.

‘I can swing it,’I said, fetching both and watching as she put two spoons of sugar into themug, mixing it, and adding a dash of milk. ‘Thank you.’

Her body relaxed as she sunk back into the couch, shoulders dipping. She watched me with a wary gaze. Like I might snatch themugaway.

‘You gottaname?’I asked, removing my boots and sliding my cold feet under Chunk’s furry side. He hogged the log burner, as usual.

‘I’m not convinced I should give it to you.’

‘You’ve had my dick in your hand and my cum on your face, what’s anameafter that? I’m Emmett.’

The wind chose that moment to whistle hard through the window gaps, and my guest shivered, glancing up at the noise.

Prissy little thing probably never spent the night outside some fancy mansion.

‘It’s Isabelle. Or Izzy. I don’t mind.’

‘You don’t mind… but what do you prefer?’

Blinking, she tilted her head an inch to the right, almost like having preferences of her own was an alien concept.

‘I guess IpreferIzzy. It’s what my friends call me at college. Everyone at home calls meIsabelle. My mother’s always hated nicknames.’A tiny note of defiancerangin her voice.

Good .

Better thatshe learn to cut the apron strings soonerratherthan later. Parents only complicated relationships. Assuming she cared about meeting some young guy. Or girl. Someone who polished their shoeseverymorning andrangtheir Mommyeverynight. Who abstained from anything remotely salacious in search of good, clean fun.

A chump.

‘Izzy it is,’ I said.

The room dipped to darkness, only the orange glow of the burner giving a weak light.

‘Oh, god,’ Izzy whispered.

‘Emmett will do,’ I chuckled, standing to get some pillar candles and standing them on the kitchenette counter.

‘You’re mighty full of yourself for a man living in the back of nowhere all by himself.’

‘You’re free to go if you don’t like it, Princess. Think that coffee will keep you goinguntilthey can get the power back on?Untilyou can ring out and get someone to help with your car?’

Her eyes narrowed.

Thecandlescast a dancing light over the room, my shadow casting over her like a monster as I grabbed a pair of old joggers from my dresser. They landed beside her, dragging her eyes over their worn, grey fabric.

‘No thank you,’she said.

‘Put them on. Your trousers are soaked and I don’t need a stinking case of pneumonia to deal with on top of no power.’

‘Well, at least it doesn’t sound like you want to axe me in my sleep.’She picked the pants up between two fingers.

Using thebathroommade my nose crinkle. It already smelled like her . She’d only been in my cabin for an hour. Grumbling, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. For the first time in forever, I noted the deepening lines around my eyes. The greyinghairat my temples.

Hell, I looked old.

Smoothing myhairback, I discarded my worry. Who cared how I looked? Chunk didn’t. The girl didn’t matter.

A shriek met me as I exited thebathroom, seeing two petite swathes of flesh culminating in a pair of white cotton panties.

Holy shit.

She rushed to pull on my pants, yanking them up over her hips while scowling at me. The glimpse stirred at me, and I wanted to hear her beg me for something else soon. I’d ask to touch her firm, smooththighs.

Maybe I’d coat them, too.

Pulling back thebedcovers, I stripped to my boxer shorts and t-shirt before flopping myself onto the mattress.

‘Emmett,’Izzy hesitated. My name sounded like a charm coming from her lips. ‘Do you have a spare blanket for the couch?’

The temptation to say yes, just so I could stroke herthighs, danced in front of me. I was too damned tired to play the game.

‘I don’t. You’re welcome to join me in thebed.’

‘No, thank you.’Her words were clipped.

‘Suit yourself. I’m getting some shut-eye.’

I tapped on the foot of thebed, and Chunk jumped up, warming my feet.

Before closing my eyes, I stole a look at Izzy. With arms wrapped around her knees, she looked miserable.

Hope she doesn’t shank me in the night.

I’d deserve it if she did.