Page 42 of Dirty Play

Then why is my phone in my hands? Before I can stop myself, my fingers are already typing out a message, hitting send without my full permission.

ME:Thanks for the ride. I owe you.

As soon as I hit send, I throw my phone onto the bed and bury my face in my hands.Shit!

“What the hell am I doing?” I feel so embarrassed. Why did I text him? I need to shower and get my head straight. Screw this.

Just as I turn to walk to the bathroom, my phone pings. My heart races as I grab it again.

ROWAN:You definitely do. I can think of a few ways to collect on that debt.

My cheeks heat up as I read the message. This is wrong on so many levels. I shouldn’t be getting involved with a player, let alone the damn captain. Yet, I’m already typing.

ME:I’m not sure I want to know what you’re thinking.

He replies right away.

ROWAN:Liar.

That word. The last word I heard before he kissed me in that bathroom.

He follows up with a second message before I can gather my wits. Judging by how much alcohol is currently in my system, I’d give them two business days to fully come back.

ROWAN:Unlike you, I don’t lie. And despite how good you looked in that dress tonight, I’d like to rip it off.

Shivers run down my spine. His words make me feel like I’m floating. I don’t want to admit how much I love the way he sees me, but it’s true. A third message pops up.

ROWAN:I think you’d love that way more than you’re willing to admit.

Crap. He’s not wrong. The way he says it pulls me in, and I can almost hear his low, teasing voice in my head. The heat in my cheeks flares up, and I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond.

ME:You’re so full of yourself.

ROWAN:Would you like to know what it feels like?

My brows furrow in confusion before the implication becomes clear. Full ofhim.

Heat pools low in my belly at his words, and before I know it, I’m grinning. Thank God he can’t see me right now.

Unless…

A rush of nerves and excitement hits me. I’m torn between wanting to play it safe and the thrill of his words. My heart pounds as I stand there, contemplating the risk.

I bite my lip as Rowan’s words roll through my mind. God, it makes my heart race, a thrill like never before wrapping around me. I stare at my reflection in my mirror, my cheeks flushed, and my body tingling.

He’s not here. He can’t corner me with his large body. He can’t use his hands to touch me, his gaze to pin me in place. This time, it’ll be me driving him crazy.

My fingers hover over my phone, torn between desire and reason.

Before I can think twice, I pull my phone back up and snap a quick photo. My arm covers my breasts, but just enough skin is showing to make it daring.

As soon as I hit send, I throw my phone onto the bed, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Did I really just do that?Oh my god. I just sent Rowan DiMarco a nude. I’m a ball of exhilaration and pure panic, half-expecting my phone to buzz with a reply, half-expecting him to block me.

But then, my heart skips a beat when my phone starts ringing instead, Rowan’s name flashing on the screen.

“Shit,” I answer quickly, trying to keep my voice steady.

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