Page 16 of Dirty Fantasy

Now, she just wondered if it was all too good to be true.

CHAPTER 8

“Where you at, baby girl?” The deep voice boomed through her bus as Tana dried off from her shower in the tiny bathroom.

“In here.” She cracked the door and peeked out with one towel wrapped around her body and a second tied up like a turban on her head.

Mick came to a halt just beyond the door. “Holy shit. You’re fucking beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she replied with a smile.

“How old are you? Because right now, you look way too fresh-faced and innocent.”

Tana hadn’t felt fresh or innocent when she thought of how it had ended with Ronnie, which was why she decided to wash him off the best she could.

“Twenty-six.”

“Phew.”

“How old are you, Mick?”

“Thirty-seven. Turning thirty-eight next week.”

“Happy early birthday.”

“Am I too old for you, Tana?”

This was her out if she wanted one.

“Nah. I think an older man has his benefits.”

He stepped closer to the door. “Oh, yeah?”

Tana knew she had to be direct with him, especially with how tonight was going. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight, Mick.”

“Didn’t figure you were.”

“So, why are you here?”

“To get me some more of that sweet sugar and to make sure you’re all right. I know this was a big night for you.”

“Not for you?”

“Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend …” he said with a grin.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Good to know.”

“For real though, you doing all right? Wanna sit? Have a drink? Feel free to keep that towel on … or drop it. Your choice.”

Naughtiness bubbled up from Tana’s soul. She toyed with the end of the terry cloth she had tucked between her breasts.

“You mean I could drop this, and you still wouldn’t try to sleep with me?”

Mick’s blue gaze zeroed in on her fingertips.

“I’d definitely be willing to give it a shot and see what happens,” he replied.

Tana shook her head. “I’m not one of those easy women, begging to blow you, Mick, and I ain’t ever gonna be one.”