2
Goldie
There’s a pissed-off giant in my house.
And I’m nearly naked. Wearing just panties and a T-shirt. No bra.
I should be terrified, but after the initial flash of terror, I’m more…intrigued than fearful.
Intrigued because the second he spots my fear, he retreats, taking several steps back. Not far but enough to reassure me that he doesn’t mean any harm.
Sure, I could be deluding myself, but I’m hopelessly distracted because…
Jesus, the man is gorgeous with a capital G.
His dark brown hair is long, way past his shoulders, and it’s unruly, as if he’s repeatedly shoved his fingers through it.
Even as I think it, he does exactly that. The action stretches his shirt across a massive, muscular chest and I lose the ability to think straight.
Which is why I’m still scrambling to find words of protest when he strides to the front door and kicks it shut with his boot and turns the lock.
“I’m not sure where you got your information from, but like I said, he’s not home.”
He stares at me for several seconds, then his gaze slides down my body. By the time it returns to mine, his eyes are burning with a fire that makes my insides leap. But he also looks pissed off.
“You always answer the door like that, little girl?” The growl in his voice turns my nipples into stone pebbles.
He sees it an instant later, and his breath hisses through his teeth.
My arms fly up to cover my chest and his frown intensifies.
I look down and notice my action has raised the hem of the T-shirt even higher, and the edges of my pink polka dot panties are peeking out.
“I’m not a little girl. I’m nineteen years old.”
Something that looks eerily like relief glints in his eyes. Then he’s back to being even more pissed than before. “You know how many predators are out there, waiting to pounce on a sweet thing like you?”
“Aren’t you one of those predators? You just barged into my house.” I raise my chin and attempt to stare him down even though I feel ridiculously tiny next to him. “And also, we just met. How do you know I’m sweet?”
One corner of his mouth tilts and my stomach tilts right along with it.
God, he’s insanely gorgeous but just that hint of a smile promises a whole new level of hotness that makes my thighs twitch.
My mouth dries as his gaze rakes up from my bare feet to meet my eyes.
“Tell me the most scandalous thing you’ve done in your life,” he taunts.
My mind immediately latches onto those naughty ninety seconds of porn I watched the night I slept over at my best friend’s house when I was sixteen.
Watching what the older guy did to the girl on screen, the hot taboo words he whispered in her ear the whole time, shocked me right to my core.
And it also sparked a seedling of need inside me that has never gone away.
Yeah, there’s no way I’m admitting any of that to this stranger. No matter how breathtakingly gorgeous he is.
“Damn, that thought must be all sorts of naughty, judging by the heat of that blush, huh, princess?” he drawls, one eyebrow arched.
I shake my head to dispel the memory, and the squirm-inducing effect he’s having on me. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want?”