Taming Hollywood's Baddest Boy - Max Monroe Page 0,70

met. I knew she was in there somewhere.”

I nudge his bare stomach with my elbow, and he feigns discomfort.

But then he chuckles and tells me to shut my eyes so he can finish.

I follow his instructions, because why wouldn’t I?

This handsome, naked man is washing my hair.

If he told me to bark like a dog while he did it, I wouldn’t falter—Woof! Woof!

“I hope you know you’re staying here tonight,” Luca says and then finishes lathering the shampoo into my hair.

Even though I probably should try to get home, or at least someplace with actual fucking cell service and internet so I can get in touch with my sister and my boss, I’d already decided I was going to stay at his cabin for one more night.

I mean, the whole point of this trip was to talk him into doing Espionage, which I haven’t actually achieved. I obviously need to be here still.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that’s the reason why you’re staying one more night…

I ignore my stupid brain and flash a grin Luca’s direction instead.

“That’s good news because I wasn’t planning on leaving until tomorrow morning.”

“Perfect.” He chuckles. “Now, lean your head back so I can wash out the soap.”

I do as he says, tilting my head back and letting the water flow over my hair while Luca gently helps the shampoo out of the wet locks.

“All right, princess,” he says and pats my bare ass. “You’re all set.”

I turn around to face him, smile, and reach out with my hand to gently place it around his penis. I shake it. “Lovely doing business with you, sir.”

Luca bursts into laughter, and I just wink.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get out of this shower, raid your closet, and put on some of your clothes.”

“I do mind, actually.” He smirks and glances down at his cock—his now-growing cock. “Because we have some unfinished business before you start stealing my clothes.”

“Is that right?” I ask and slowly start to back out of the shower.

“That’s right.”

“Well, sir, I wish you good luck.”

He quirks a brow.

“Because you’re going to have to catch me first.”

On a giggle and a squeal, I dart out of the shower. My wet feet slip and slide across the bathroom tile, but I quickly gain my balance and head straight for his walk-in closet.

But he’s too damn quick.

Just before I reach the entrance, his big hands wrap around my waist and pull me into his arms.

I squeal. Luca chuckles.

And then we’re on the bed, soaking wet and cracking up.

His big, strong body hovers over mine, and when I stare up into his eyes, the mood changes.

My giggles slow to a stop.

My mouth moves to his.

And boy oh boy, do we finish that unfinished business.

Several times, in fact.

Luca

Goodbye breakfasts taste like bacon, eggs, and bullshit. But going back to Hollywood isn’t an option.

Our wake-up patterns have become a constant, and this morning was no different.

A little after the sun peeked her eyes above the horizon, I was up and out of bed.

Billie, though, was so deep in sleep, she was practically snoring.

And it was pretty fucking adorable.

No doubt, in a crazy-short amount of time, she’s crawled under my skin.

If pressed, I might even call her one of my favorite people on the planet. I may not like very many, but I have a feeling, even in a bigger field of contestants, she’d still find a way to float to the top.

I’ve grown used to waking up to her snoring softly beside me, and I relish the first minutes when she finally does wake up, her lips all pouty as she whines about coffee.

God, I even find myself listening for the moments when she starts humming her favorite song.

Now she’s a fucking fixture inside my mind, and I’m finding it hard to remember a time when she wasn’t around.

But today, she’s leaving…

I sigh and force myself to focus on the task at hand—making breakfast.

Eggs and bacon in the skillet and coffee brewing in the pot on the counter, I try to think about everything else but today’s reality.

Feeding Bailey. The laundry that needs to be done. The fucking weather.

The topic doesn’t matter as long as it’s not a blond-haired, green-eyed girl and the thousands of miles she’s about to put between us.

But my mundane thoughts are pushed right out the window when soft footsteps pad toward the kitchen and a sweet, all-too-familiar voice fills my ears.

“Something smells ah-mazing,” Billie says as she walks into the kitchen. I turn away