“It’s what I wear for bed.”
“Not anymore. That’s ugly as shit.”
He grabbed the neckline, and tore it in half until she had no choice but to stand with it on the floor.
“That’s so much better.”
“I don’t like you. You keep tearing my stuff. I’m not made of money. I’ve got to make a living as well.”
“Speaking of a living, what do you do?” he asked.
“None of your business.”
He raised a brow and smiled at her. She watched as she reached down and grabbed his cell phone. “All it takes is one phone call for me to find out what you do. You want me to find out from someone else?”
Rage started to press buttons, and she caved.
“Okay, okay, I’ll show you.”
Glancing down at her body, she growled once again, and went to grab a robe.
“You don’t need to get a robe for me. I’m happy seeing you naked. In fact, I demand it.” He urged her forward and slapped her ass hard.
“Hey.” Running her hand over her ass, Penny took him through to the spare bedroom that she’d turned into her office. “This is what I do.” She pointed at the paperback books on the shelf.
His cock was still rock hard, and she couldn’t believe that he’d not just thrown her to the bed, and had his wicked way with her.
Her previous boyfriends would have taken what they wanted, broken wind after, and gone to sleep.
Rage was nothing like those men.
He turned the paperback over, then flicked through it. “You’re an author?”
“Yes. Mostly an e-book author, but, erm, some of my books go to paperback if they’re long enough, and sales are good. I think.”
“You write full-time.”
“Yes.”
“Do you love it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, look at that, dick, cunt, ass—you’re an erotic writer. That’s pretty big now right? I saw a whole section down in the shop devoted to erotic literature.”
“It’s not porn.”
“I didn’t say it was, princess. I have to say, I’m impressed.”
“Thank you.”
“You love writing?”
“I do. I can’t see myself doing anything else.”
He nodded. “Are all of these books yours?”
“No. I love many authors.”