Gio tipped his head and warned, “ Last Chance.”
Refusing to say another word, I stared tight-lipped back at him.
All my bravado diminished with a single finger.
Gio pressed down on my panty clad mound and hit something that shot a spark of electricity through my entire body. Next thing I knew, panic had me blurting out, “Simon.”
“Simon?” Gio stopped and looked down at me. “As in Simon Fisher?”
I neither confirmed nor denied said statement, and apparently I didn’t have to.
Gio lifted himself off me, sat back, shook his head and muttere Slimy fucking weasel.”
Guess he knew my ex-boyfriend. I shouldn’t be surprised. He was in Gio’s vehicle the other day. And I had yet to meet someone that didn’t refer to Simon as a weasel, or slimy. I really didn’t make the best choice in men.
Neither did my body, otherwise my eyes wouldn’t be drawn over my shoulder to Gio’s well sculpted torso. And it was well sculpted. Everywhere I looked there were hard lines and firm ridges.
Wait a minute… What the hell am I doing?
I shuffled away and sprang off the bed before Gio could stop me.
“You are an asshole,” I scowled at him then quickly threw my hand up over my eyes. “Jesus Christ, can you put some clothes on?” It was like his dick was honed in on me or something. I could still see it. “Who sleeps naked anyway.”
Pfft, perv.
“You’re the one that crawled into bed with me. I left your drugged ass on the couch over there.”
Oh.
I glanced back at the red loveseat on the other side of the room.
“Well… you… changed me.”
Ha! I knew there was something. Don’t get me wrong, the black shirt I had on was so soft that I wanted to be buried in it, but it wasn’t mine.
“You were covered in mud.”
Was there something wrong with mud? “I want my clothes back.”
Gio firmly stated, “No,” and I was so shocked that I almost lowered the hand I was using to shield my vision.
Once that initial surprise was over, I asked, “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no.”
Did he know any other word?
“Fine then, I’ll drive home in what I’ve got on.” It didn’t bother me. The size difference between Gio and me was enough for the shirt to reach my mid thigh. I was covered and that was all that mattered.
I turned to march out the door.
Gio had other plans. “Atlee took your piece of shit truck home, so I’ll be driving you.”
I stopped with my foot still in the air.
What!
Oh, the shielding hand was coming down now, I didn’t care what I saw.
