Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance (13 page)

“Nothing important. Just a few idiots on Twitter.”

“You didn’t call me—” Bonnie checked the time—“at eight in the morning about nothing.” She felt a vague sense of impending doom. “Now spill.”

“Okay then. There's been shitload of media buzz about you over the past few days—all negative.”

“Wow, what have they been saying?”

“What haven't they been saying! They're starting to dig into your life. I mean, they’ve even interviewed Henry. The general consensus is that you are not good enough for him.”

“What?” Bonnie sprung up. She heard footsteps.
Chad.
“Look, I have to go. Call you later, okay?”

“Okay, make sure you do. We have to discuss this,” Jill said and hung up in time for Chad to enter the rom. He looked magnificent in the bright light, his hard body radiating an arresting presence.

Tight and exuding an impression of raw carnal sexual demand, Chad approached her. Other than the towel that he used to dry his hair, he was completely naked. He padded across the room—naked as the day was long—to dive onto the bed.

“Chad,” Bonnie said in protest. She drew the sheets to her neck as a reflex and laid back down. He'd caught her off guard and she simply reacted. She was grateful that she had, otherwise Chad might have noticed her hardened nipples. Even so, she feared they poked through the thin fabric of the sheets.

“Good morning to you too sweet cheeks,” he said. “I've ordered breakfast.”

“Aren't they supposed to be filming us right now?” Bonnie glanced over at the door, expecting its implosion at any moment.

“Yeah, but I told Leslie that you were asleep,” he said. “She was pretty mad, especially when I told her if they disturbed you, I wouldn't film today.”

“But wouldn't that be breaching—wait, does she know about us?” Bonnie bolted upright. His eyes dropped down to her breasts and she pulled the sheets back up.

“I would think the whole ship knows after last night,” he said, giving her his knowing grin, before his fingers crawled beneath the bed sheets and up her thigh.

Bonnie slapped his hand. “Shit, I have to get back to my cabin,” she said. Discovering the audience didn’t want her to be with him made
her
want to leave as soon as possible. “Damn it, Chad. You could have at least told her I was hung-over in my room or something.”

“I thought the truth would be more appealing. Besides, you only had a few glasses of wine last night, hardly enough to leave you hung-over.”

“I've got to get back to my room. I need to be ready for today's filming,” She began to slide out of bed.

“Just how do you plan to sneak out of here?” Chad rested on his side. “I guarantee, step one foot out of here and you'll have cameras on you.”

Bonnie exhaled, her shoulders fell, and she sank back into the bed. “So what shall I do?” She didn't feel like doing the walk of shame all the way back to her room.

“Have breakfast with me, then I’ll go over to your room and grab your clothes. You can shower here.” Bonnie was reluctant, but she agreed all the same.

“By the way, where’d you put my clothes?”

Chad grinned.

After Chad agreed to get her clothes from the laundry room, he dressed while Bonnie slipped into a bathrobe and walked to the bathroom. Yet she couldn't help it as her gaze drifted over to Chad’s naked form. It was obvious why people would think he was too good for her; he looked too good for anyone. She would have been a fool to get too close to him, naïve to trust him, and blind to not see the obvious: it was only a matter of time before he hurt her.

***

Chad felt strange, but he couldn't place the feeling. Room service had delivered their breakfast while Bonnie was in the shower, and she had left her room key for him to collect a list of clothing.

When he woke that morning and saw his latest conquest, he caught himself in the mirror. A huge ass smile spread across his face. Hell yeah, he was the man! Maybe some—like the viewers of the show—thought she was a plain Jane, but Chad couldn't get enough of her.

Even without a stitch of makeup, she was breathtaking and if he thought there was no way she could look more beautiful than she had the night before, watching her sleep proven him wrong. The way the morning glow radiated off her skin, rendered her irresistible, and beyond seductive.

He’d taken many women to bed, and she certainly wasn't one of the catwalk models or the blonde bombshells, but she had qualities unmatched by any girl. He couldn't put his finger on it, but her simple beauty and voluptuousness that the magazines criticized her over were what made her all the more stunning.

Normally, he never let women hang around after he slept with them, feeling no desire to bind himself to anyone. The trade was a fair exchange; they got a night with the famous “Mr. Steel,” and he got a little excitement. It was never about the money. Life provided too many options, so he never saw himself falling for anyone. And yet, Chad found that he didn’t want to be away from Bonnie for a single moment.

After breakfast arrived, Chad made his way to Bonnie's room to collect her toothbrush and clothes. He wore his slate blue patterned shirt, cream colored shorts and shades. Hoping for good reception, Chad took out his cell to make a few calls. First on the list was Heather, since there were five missed calls from her, and messages that were mostly cursing and threats.

As he walked through the empty hallway, he knew most people were above deck, and that Leslie and her camera crew wouldn’t be in the hallways. That he had lied to Bonnie about the camera crew roaming about the ship didn’t bother him; Chad wasn't the conscience-stricken type, plus he wanted Bonnie sticking around for the morning.

The phone started to ring, but then something caught Chad's eye and he hung up before Heather could answer.

Hello
, he thought. A petite redhead brushed by him and as they passed, his eyes swept over her. He was already all hot and bothered from his night with Bonnie, so trouble was at the forefront of his mind.

“Hey, what do you think?” she asked, lifting her top up and flashing him.

“Sexy as hell,” Chad said, honestly.

“They're too small, aren't they?” she asked. “I know you like them bigger. I've been following the show. You're into much larger tits, like that girl Bonnie has.”

“Are you kidding me?” Chad asked. The fact that people on the cruise could watch the show as it aired felt surreal. “They're perfect in every way,” Chad said, referring to her breasts.

“I'm still going to have them done,” she said. “My name is Gina. Want to feel them and tell me how big you think I should go?” Meeting him with her flirtatious green-eyed gaze, she grinned, then gave him a sexy wink.

Chad chuckled as he took a step toward Gina, only to have the image of Bonnie hit him like a Mack truck. He froze. Something inside him stopped him dead in his tracks. His libido was more than interested, but there was no question… Mentally, he just wasn’t feeling it.

“Maybe next time,” Chad said.

“You're declining, Mr. Steel?” She sighed and pulled down her top.

“It sure seems that way, doesn’t it?” Chad responded, just as confused as she was.

Gina shrugged and disappeared down the hallway. Chad watched her leave and couldn’t believe he let her go; instead he was chasing Bonnie, like an addict chasing his next high. Chad grumbled and combed his fingers through his unruly hair.

Suddenly his cell rang, shattering the moment.
Heather
—of course.

“You called,” Chad said.

“No, you called. Finally. And you're going to help me help you not fuck this up,” Heather said. “You need to start playing ball, otherwise they'll take you off the show and sue your ass for breach of contract.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ve got everything under control,” Chad said. Hearing her panic, a hint of a smile began to form.

“And what do you think of her… Bonnie?” Heather asked, her voice, though restrained, dripped jealousy.

His smile promptly faded. “I've done nothing but annoy the hell out of her. Just another chick. Why? Wish it was you, Heather, my darlin agent?”

“Puh—lease, don't flatter yourself. I was just making sure. Some viewers seem to believe you and Bonnie have chemistry.”

“Bullshit.” Chad stood outside Bonnie's cabin.

“Yeah, well, figure your shit out, Chad. Remember; you have a reputation as a bachelor to uphold. Not to mention, the couples never end up together on this show. They want an asshole who’s going to sleep with her and move on. I told Leslie you're the best. And that’s what they’re expecting.”

“You got it. I won't let you down,” Chad said. “Promise.”

When they hung up, Chad gathered Bonnie's things—clothes, toothbrush, makeup, and other accessories. As he looked around the room, he spotted Bonnie's computer. He wondered if she had written anything about him, but talking a few steps over to it, he immediately shelved his curiosity.

Before he made his way back, a wicked thought flashed across his mind. He decided to pay a visit to the ladies clothing store on the Main Street of the ship.

***

“How about a little look, just a peek,” Chad said, as he stood at the entrance of the meeting hall, where they were supposed to shoot the next scene.

“You're vulgar,” Bonnie said, trying to pull her skirt a little lower. “You did this to get back at me for hiding your clothes. Didn't you?” There was not enough makeup in the world to disguise the scarlet of her cheeks.

“Come on now, that’d be petty,” he said, grinning. “You told me to get your underwear.”

“Yeah, because you hid my clothes. And you're trying to tell me that you are not getting back at me for anything? I told you to bag my clothes and bring them over.”

“I couldn’t find your underwear, so I bought a pair.”

“They're trashy. I can’t believe you did this to me,” Bonnie said. Earlier, he had left a pair of crotch-less, bright pink, thong underwear on his bed for her to discover after she got out of the shower. It took her a second to register what they were. It took her another second to register Chad had bought them. It was going to take her forever to get over the embarrassment. She didn’t know how, but she intended on getting him back.

“You know what would make it easier?” he asked as his mouth rose into a grin. “Take them off.”

“Are you insane? I'm not about to go in a room filled with people with no underwear on. Even these ridiculous things are better than nothing.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because they're about to start filming. I don't want to accidentally get caught on camera. Besides, I’d be too nervous.”

He undid his fly, dropped his pants, and stood there with no underwear on either. “Feel better? Solidarity!” he said with a laugh.

"What’s gotten into you, Chad? What if someone walked out right now!” Bonnie looked over her shoulder. “Put that thing away. Even you can't be this reckless!” She swirled back to face him.

“You're the one who's staring like I've just unwrapped the greatest Christmas present ever,” Chad said, grinning. “Maybe that's the reason you don't want anyone walking out and discovering us.”

“You're delusional,” Bonnie said. “Now would you pull your damn pants up.” She opened the door, slightly, trying to make sure no one was coming.

“Come on. Just a quick one?” He whispered, fingers encircling his thick shaft. With the other hand, he reached out and grabbed for her.

Bonnie's mouth became dry. This was the type of impulsively flagrant gesture that made Chad, Chad. She felt herself begin to sway. “No, Chad, we aren't doing this!” However, she closed the door, quietly.

“Doing what? You haven't even taken off your panties, yet.” He hooked a finger beneath the hem of her skirt; the gesture along with his flirtatious smile somehow was incredibly erotic.

Panties
!
Panties?

Bonnie was instantly reminded of her ridiculous underwear. Unable to decide whether she was irritated or horny, she slapped his hand away. “Would you grow up! I just want to make sure you'll behave when we go inside. Don't try to pull any of your childish stunts.” She pointed at his hard cock. “And pull up your PANTS.”

The abrupt sound of the door opening caused Bonnie to jump and spin around to face Leslie, who stood in the doorway scowling. Bonnie's heart stopped. She spun to look at Chad.