Wild Bastard

15

Marina

"What are you doing here? You had the wrong room? "

I raise my eyebrow. Matt insolently lays down on my bed, as if it was his room. Or was it his? I don't think so. Lana said she'd give me the guest room.

"Nope. Will you take your towel off? "

"Why would I do that? "

"To make the dialogue more fruitful. "

"Go to hell, Matt. And get out of here. "

I reach into my gym bag and pull out a white thong. I'm not at all embarrassed by the asshole's presence in the room, but my inner voice gives me a clear order to get dressed. It is uncomfortable to be around him in just a towel, especially considering the way he stares at my every move.

"We need to talk. And I'll decide when to leave. "

I snort and pull up my panties, trying not to lift the towel too high. I grab my pajama shorts and top, and turn my back to change.

I throw off the towel, feeling my back and buttocks start to burn. I'm probably at risk of being in front of him like this, but I'm not going to show weakness in front of an arrogant bastard. Especially not after what he'd done to Lana.

The girl had cried half the night. She fell asleep about two hours ago, and then I was able to eat a full meal for once. For the first time in a day, by the way. My stomach was bursting with hunger, but I couldn't leave the offended angel in that state. I had to pour her some wine I found in the fridge and soothe her bubbling stomach with a slice of basturma.

On the one hand, partly, I understood why Matthew was freaking out, I even thought the guy was worried about her, but the rudeness with which her brother was talking to her didn't justify the worry. The girl is like a butterfly, you can't even touch her without wiping the spraying off her wings that allows her to fly, and he's acting like a real bastard.

"Rie, why don't you turn around? "

The slightly husky voice sends a wave of lingering goosebumps through my body, because I remember that voice very well. It takes on a distinctive tone when he gets aroused.

"You'd be happy if I also leaned in. "

I throw it over my shoulder, quickly pulling on my top and shorts.

"I'd be delighted. "

I turn around, meeting darkened eyes. A guy's hand rubs his groin, unashamedly demonstrating the degree of arousal and making me swallow. It's not in my nature to be embarrassed, but beside him it seems I'm beginning to understand what the word "embarrass" means. My fingers begin to twitch slightly as I try not to look at the cheeky movement of his hand.

"You know, I have no desire to please you," I cut off and walk over to the table, where there's still half a bottle of red wine. I sit on the edge of the table and pour myself a full glass. I take a few sips under the scrutiny of the squinting eyes. "You've come to ask me something. Go ahead. Or are we going to keep playing peek-a-boo? "

"I'd like to play chasing. I want you to run away, and I'll catch you" His sharp tongue runs viciously across his lips, and once again I feel something strange and powerful in my stomach from his impertinence and lewdness.

"You can chase someone else. I run very fast and it will be hard for you to catch up with me. "

A loud laugh suddenly spreads through the room as Matt puts his hand back under his head.

"I'm pretty fast too, Rie" His dark eyes linger on my glass and travel slowly down my arm to my face.

Tiny sparks crawl across my skin following the movement of his gaze. I rub my hand with my palm in an attempt to get rid of them.