The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,100

amazing in bed.”

Her fingers paused in her hair for a moment before she continued to rinse. “It takes two to tango.”

The corner of my lip rose in a smile. “I’ve been with a lot of women. I could have just laid there, and it still would have been spectacular.”

She shrugged then wrapped her fingers around her hair before she squeezed the water out.

“Who were these four guys?”

“What does it matter? Are you going to tell me about every woman you’ve been with?”

“I will if you do.”

“I don’t care about all the women you’ve been with,” she said coldly. “I’m sure you can’t even remember them all.”

Not true. “I remember every woman I sleep with. I have a lot of regulars in various places. It’s not always about hooking up with a stranger before I continue on my way.” I wasn’t that cold. I gave them my attention and my respect—but nothing else.

“But I doubt they ever meant anything to you.”

Only Josephine did before she stabbed me in the back. “What does it matter if they did or didn’t?”

She closed her eyes as the water fell down her face. “I guess it doesn’t.”

“Tell me about these four guys.”

She ran her hands over her hair then stepped out from under the water. “Why are you so interested?”

“Answer the question.” It didn’t matter why I was interested. I just wanted her to answer the damn question.

“The first guy was my high school sweetheart. It didn’t last long, and we were both learning. The second one was my freshman year in college. Went to a party and met a cute guy…you know how that goes. The third guy was my junior year in college. We saw each other for a while. And the last one was from my first year of medical school. We saw each other casually because we were too busy studying.”

Now that I had my answer, I was annoyed. But what did I expect to happen? There was no answer she could give that would make me feel better about the others before me.

“So I’m not very experienced,” she said. “At least, not more than most.”

It seemed like it.

She squeezed the water out of her hair again. “Is the interrogation over?”

I ignored the irritation in her voice. “Was never meant to be an interrogation.”

“If you learned to talk to people the correct way, people would open up to you.”

I didn’t want to take the time to learn. I just wanted my answers immediately.

She left the shower running as she stepped out and grabbed a towel. Her ass was perky, and her thighs were toned. I wanted to trail my fingers up and down the back of her leg, to feel the smoothness of her skin. She patted her hair dry before she finished it with a blow-dryer and moisturized her skin.

I stayed in the shower and watched her discreetly, taking in every inch of her luscious curves. Her beauty captured my attention, but everything underneath her skin was more fascinating to me. Her feistiness never waned, and she always fought for self-respect even if I insulted her. Most of the women I dealt with were timid and shy. I could push them around all I wanted because they never stood up to me. Josephine was like that.

London never was.

That opposition should annoy me, but it didn’t. I respected a woman who respected herself. I was aroused by the fire that constantly burned behind London’s eyes. The only time she was compliant was when my commands turned sexual. She didn’t have a problem following orders then.

Because she liked it.

The two of us had very little in common, but our chemistry was scorching. I liked the fact that she needed me once in a while. The rest of the time, she handled herself. She wasn’t a damsel in distress. She barely needed me for anything.

It was a nice change.

Seeing Josephine crawl back to me and admit she made a mistake was a major turn-off. I never fantasized about her coming back to me, and I respected her less because of it. She traded in my love for royalty—because I wasn’t good enough.

Fuck her.

If any man ever earned London’s love, they must have truly deserved it. She wasn’t easy to impress. There was nothing a man could give her that she couldn’t give herself. Independent and strong, she was perfect. After she was captured, she still fought me tooth and nail. Anyone else would have sobbed all day and night, but she never shed