Unleashed: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance Part 45

"Well, it's a big city, but it's not huge."

"He was getting a tattoo near his groin."

Her eyes widen, and she gets this really mischievous grin. She lowers her voice and narrows her eyes. "Tell me more."

"He had to be naked from the waist down."

She covers her mouth and lets out a high-pitched laugh. "So you saw...?"

"Yeah."

"Everything?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Was it weird?"

"What do you think?"

"Because you had kissed him before?"

"That," I say, nodding. "And just the general fact that he was naked from the waist down."

"Oh come on. Think about nurses who have to do that prostate stuff." She shudders. "Yuck."

"Tina said the same thing. She got me in trouble for not being very professional today."

Rose eyes me. I can see the cogs in her brain turning. Though she hasn't got much self-awareness, she's very in-tune with what other people are thinking.

"Was it your first time seeing a man's p.e.n.i.s in real life?"

"Uh..." My voice fades.

"No!" Rose cries, slapping the armrest of the sofa. "You're kidding, girl!"

"I'm not."

"So you're still...?"

"Yes." I frown, and close my eyes, placing my finger and thumb on my eyelids. "Is that weird?"

"No!" she says, quickly rubbing my leg. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

"Don't say it like that," I groan.

"But I just find it hard to believe."

"Why?" I say, my voice raising. This indignation is a convenient outlet for my embarra.s.sment.

"Because of your tattoos and stuff."

"Well, that's a stereotype."

Rose sucks in a breath of air. I can see she's thinking about how to word her next sentence.

"I don't mean that all girls with tattoos-"

"Yes you do."

"No, I really don't! I mean, you just got one pretty early, you were hanging out with all those older kids before I came here to Australia. You know, I just a.s.sumed you would have dated an older guy. One of the guys from that tattoo parlor you always hung out at."

"Well, I didn't," I say. "I cared about the art. And, again, we don't like calling it a parlor. It's a shop, or studio."

"Okay," Rose says, putting her hands up. "It's not like I meant anything by it. What is it with you and this shop-parlor business?"

"Ever heard of a ma.s.sage parlor?"

She nods slowly. "Yeah."

"What's the first thing you think?"

"Prost.i.tution," she says flatly.

"There we go. It's about connotation. No tattoo artist calls their shop a parlor. It's either a shop, or studio, okay?"

"Okay," Rose says with a sigh.

"Please try and remember."

"I will, I will. So," she says, drawing out the word. "What was he like?"

"Who?"

"Pierce!"

"What do you mean?"

She drops her voice to a very low whisper. "Was he big?"

I swallow, and nod. There's a twinkle in Rose's eye, as if she's thinking: Unsurprising.

"Did he shave?"

I shake my head.

"Trimmed?"

"Yeah."

"What about his b.a.l.l.s?"

I blink. "I didn't notice," I say slowly, staring hard at her.

"Has he got lots of tattoos?"

"You saw him fight."

"I mean, under his shorts."

"No, not really. He had this jellyfish, and the tentacles wrapped around his thigh."

We both turn to look at the television. The narrator, in a posh and sticky British accent, is talking about the Portuguese Man of War a one of the deadliest jellyfish in the world.

What are the chances?

"You should go," she says.

"Why? I don't want to."

"You don't think he's hot?"

"He's a d.i.c.k. He's so full of himself. He's probably got, like, three STDs. So what if he's hot?"

"He's a fighter, but he's not stupid."

"How would you know?"

"You can always tell when somebody is a dumb-dumb."

"What do I want with a rude man-s.l.u.t, anyway?"

"I know you're attracted to him. I saw how awkward you were when you met him. Not to mention that whole driving-you-home scene after the club. I'm still p.i.s.sed off at you, by the way. We never got into Juice. You just left us waiting in the line outside."

I sigh. "I was awkward because he was being a d.i.c.k."

"Yeah, he was, but you were also awkward because you liked him. Which is why you hit the sauce hard."

"I didn't. I don't."

"Okay, babe." She says it in this really condescending way, and it p.r.i.c.ks my temper.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm going to bed."

"Okay," she says, flicking her head to the side. She watches me out of amused eyes.

"Stop that, Rose."

"Stop what?"

"Just stop it!"

I go into my bedroom, cheeks feeling warm, and flop down on my bed and stare at the screen of my phone.

Maybe fifteen minutes pa.s.s by, before I finally tap out a reply: Only if you're not an a.s.shole tomorrow during your appointment.

I put the phone on my bedside table, and turn out the light, but moments later I hear it vibrate.

I thought girls liked a.s.sholes.

Chapter Fourteen.

"Told you I'd behave."

She smiles, and actually it's one of the few times she's not being hostile to me. I... I like it. She's beautiful when she smiles. Her whole face just lights up.

It makes my heart race and my c.o.c.k throb. Even just a quick glance at her bare neck a she's got her hair tied up a brings me up. I want to bite her there, lick her, taste her. G.o.d, my l.u.s.t for her is carnal, almost savage. I want to bite her until it hurts, and then a little more.

"You did behave," she says. "To my great surprise." She gives me an accusing stare, as if to ask, 'What's your angle?'. I just play it off as nothing. I got no angle. She knows I want her.

Penny clears her throat. "Tina did a good job with the shading, didn't she?"

"She did," I agree.

"Does it hurt?"

"No. Tingles." I pull the Porsche over. "We're going to Lou's."

"Lou's?" she says. "That sounds like an American pizza restaurant, or something."

"That's because it is," he says. "Deep dish, Chicago style. Thought you'd like something from home."

There it is again, that smile. G.o.d, she looks amazing when she smiles.

I lick my lower lip, and bunch my brows together for a moment. I don't think I've ever thought something like that before.

"Thanks, but it's not really just a Chicago thing anymore. I had no idea they had something like that over here?"

"American themed restaurants are popular here," he says. "Mexican, too."

I get out, and then help her out of the car on her side. It's so low that she practically has to climb up onto the curb.