Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance (10 page)

“And you’ve come to me because…?” Bonnie asked. Her mouth twitched. She fought to keep a straight face. It took a lot of effort to get rid of all of Chad’s clothes. He had tons of them, but the look on Chad’s face made it all worth it.

“You've hidden my clothes,” he said.

“Impossible.” Bonnie raised her brows. She hoped to look shocked.

“Why don't you let me inside? Maybe I'll find them there.”

“I doubt that.”

“Why?”

“Did you really walk around the ship like that?” Her tone was charged with incredulity.

“Uh-huh, sure did, babe,” he said.

“Wait here,” she said, pinning him with a look. She backed away into her cabin and returned with a towel. “Couldn't you have covered yourself at least?” She flung it at his chest. He caught it and put over his member.

“I wanted you to see what you done to me,” Chad said.

“Look Chad, I got rid of your clothes because you almost ruined my computer. I won't have you screwing up my work, got that?”

“Okay then, you have my word. I won't
screw
with your work,” Chad said. But the way he stressed the word
screw
made Bonnie tense. The word coming from his lips sounded so potent and so full of sex that it dripped with innuendo. Bonnie hated him for being so irresistible.

Bonnie folded her arms across her chest. “Your clothes are in the laundry.” She blew out a breath. “I gave them to a porter.”

“I don't give a damn about my clothes anymore. I want something else,” he said.

She felt pent-up with frustration. He expected something of her? “What?”

He moved in for a kiss, but she put her hand in the way. Her fingers touched his warm lips

“No.” Bonnie side-eyed the cameraman.

“Hey, aren't we supposed to be dating?” he said. “You could at least be a bit more enthusiastic about it. How about a kiss? You’re acting immature”

Bonnie pointed her finger at him as if they were an actual weapon. “
I’m
acting immature?”

Chad nodded, then he turned and winked into the camera.

“You need to grow up and stop thinking you can get any girl you want,” Bonnie said. “I would never kiss a guy like you in a million—” she stopped. She opened her her mouth to speak and then closed it again.

Chad's eyes danced, his lips curved into a smile, and he wiggled his eyebrows. “What, you're tongue-tied all of the sudden?”

“No-no,” Bonnie said, darting her eyes to the camera.

“So please, go on. You were saying you wouldn't kiss a guy like me in… how many years?”

Bonnie had little choice, reacting on impulse. She grabbed his hand, then pulled him into her cabin. She slammed the door.

“Hey, what about the camera guy?” Chad asked. “Look, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but the truth is… I’ll only fuck you if the guy films it. I'm sure the rest of the world is dying to jack off to us.” He grinned, locking her fingers in his.

“You—” Bonnie began to open her mouth, her face contorted—outraged, when he quickly bent down and smashed his lips into hers. It happened so quickly, Bonnie couldn't react. He forced his tongue into her mouth. A moan escaped her. Tension eased throughout her body. There was no more fighting, no more anger. In their place, pure lust, and Bonnie surrendered to it.

All at once, however, sense came flooding over her again. Pulling away, Bonnie pushed his hard chest and caused him to hit the wall.

“Shit,” she said. “Idiot.” She pushed him again.

“Come on now, don't leave him all horned up with nowhere to go.” He removed his towel, revealing his stiffness.

“Damn it, will you cover up.” Bonnie whispered in a threatening tone. She grabbed the towel and threw it at his waist again.

“You better get rid of
him
,” he said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“I'm not going to get rid of —wait, will you stop talking about your dick like that. It’s obnoxious.”

“Fine. Anything else you need?” he asked as his hands crept to the small of her back, pulling her back to him.

“No. Because I'm not the one whose embarrassing themselves on TV right now.” She twisted out of his arms again, but stayed close. “Go and get your clothes from the laundry, if you don’t want to make a complete fool of yourself. Right this very moment, people are probably switching off in horror.”

Bonnie didn’t believe her own words. A naked Chad probably equaled astronomical ratings. But she wasn't about to encourage him.

“I don't know; I'm liking this no underwear thing.” He tapped his bulging crotch. “I need room to breathe.” He clutched the bulge. “You know only too well what happens when it gets stuck in tight places. How easily it can heat up and explode.”

His comment made her blush all the way down to her neck. She knew it would happen, but she had no way of stopping it. “You are too much,” Bonnie said.

“Not too much for you,” Chad said, inching closer. “Or do you need a reminder?” They ended up within kissing distance again but a knock on the door broke the spell.

“Mr. Steel, Bonnie, open up. You can’t lock yourselves away from the cameras.” Leslie was outside and she was pissed.

Chad reached for the latch. “I say why not give them a show?” He pulled the door open but Bonnie stopped him. “We were so good together,” he said.

“Don't. You. Dare. And we’re not going to speak about
that
, again.” Bonnie’s chest rose and fell with rage. “Close the door.”

Chad closed the door but desire flared in his eyes.

“Okay, we had sex. Except I don't feel anything for you…” As Bonnie spoke, she moved backwards.

He strode towards her.

“…I don't want anything to do with an overpaid man whore…” she withdrew.

“Man whore, uh-huh, go on,” he said in a smoky voice. He approached her. “But the pleasure I give is for free.”

“You've done this god-knows how many times…?” She took another step backwards.

“Only once with you,” he said, whispering. His eyes twinkled mischievously. He stepped forward.

“I'll never make love to you again,” she said and retreated until her calf knocked into something solid. Bonnie glanced over her shoulder—
the bed.
She inhaled, gulped, and spun to face him.

“We never made love. We fucked.”

Her heart leapt into her throat and she fell back onto the bed. Before she knew it, he was on top of her. She couldn't stop visualizing Chad, naked, pressing the tip of his hard cock into her. She let slip a gasp.

“Damn it, Chad,” She said. “Are you always this hard to deal with?”

“Only for you,” he said.

“What is it going to take for you to get it through that Neanderthal skull that I won't fuck you again?”

“One… one date,” he said.

Besides their breathing, the cabin was silent. Bonnie took in his chiseled chest and abs and the bulge behind his towel. She tensed beneath him. He wetted his lips and smiled.

“Okay.” Bonnie managed a one-word promise.

“Good,” Chad said. Reluctantly, he rose off of her. “I'll see you later, babe.” Chad opened the door and stepped out, where he faced the camera crew and winked.

“Cut the camera,” Leslie said. “What the hell is going on, Mr. Steel?”

“Hey, don't sweat it,” he said. “I got everything I needed.” He turned to give Bonnie one last playful look, before she closed the door.

Chapter Nine

The next night in her cabin, Bonnie wrote a new entry in her ongoing article.

I cannot convey the sheer and relentless, doggedly determined way Mr. Steel adheres his persona: the towering sex God, the tribal tattoos, the constant posing for pictures, even when none are being taken.

The cruise ship docked in Cozumel, Mexico and the passengers went ashore. Getting away from the ship for a little while was a nice break, as it gave me a chance to get some distance from Chad.

I walked with a group of women, mostly wives, who I met yesterday at lunch. They kept asking questions about the show (Leslie said she'd edit the footage out), and unavoidably, they asked questions about the guy they christened Mr. Mallet, after seeing him walking around in the nude yesterday morning.

Each of them expressed their desires to have a shot at a guy like him. It was hard to keep from rolling my eyes.

Mr. Steel represents everything wrong with the world of dating as we know it.

***

Over the next few days, Bonnie and Chad underwent a series of “team-building” challenges: diving, rock-wall climbing, and a snorkeling scavenger hunt. Chad took every opportunity to tease and torment Bonnie; he was encouraged to be flirtatious for the show, and this was how they preferred it to be done.

After a day of sightseeing, Chad was taking a break by the adults-only pool. A majestic shimmer of light reflected off the vast, rippling, sea that moved to a rhythmic percussion of waves, and the last orange rays of the sun splayed across the beach in the distance.

Chad, topless, rested in a hammock, in the fading light. Leslie and the camera crew had just finished shooting his latest thoughts on Bonnie. Leslie lingered, and told her team that she would meet with them later. She watched Chad, bemused.

“I thought we'd chat before the next shoot,” Leslie said. Tossing a glance over her shoulder at the staff, she waited until they were out of earshot.

Chad, picking up on her need for discretion, also waited. “Chat away,” he said. He looked beyond Leslie, where he saw Bonnie sitting in the shallow end of the pool, reading a book, with her back to them.

“Yeah, seeing as you're always on film, I figured now would be a safe bet,” she purred. “Perhaps we can have a little fun?”

“I have a date with Bonnie later. Can it wait?” Chad said. “I thought you were going to thank me for helping your ratings.”

“That's not exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” she said. “Contractually, I can't discuss the show with you… but for you, Chad… I can make an exception.” She dropped to her knees and slipped her hand into his shorts.

“Ratings good?” he asked.

“Better than projected. They're exceeding our expectations, which were high to begin with.” With her other hand, she ran her fingers along his chest.

“Because of the reception on the ship, I haven't heard from my agent. How are the viewers liking me?”

“Great,” Leslie said, as she began to stroke him. “You're definitely the hero.”

Chad sat back and closed his eyes. He placed his palms behind his head and smiled. His eyes flew open.

“Hold on. If I'm the hero, who's the villain?” Chad asked as he sat up.

Leslie jerked her head back and looked at him. “Bonnie, of course.”

“Come again?”

“Bonnie. The viewers don't like her.”

“Why the hell not?” Chad asked, removing Leslie's hand from his shorts.

She huffed. “Look, the general consensus is you don’t have feelings for her and that you can’t be attracted to her.” Reacting to Chad’s doubting look she pointed out, “by TV standards, she’s average at best.” Leslie stood. “You're too good for her.”

Then they’re insane. Bonnie is several leagues above me,
Chad thought.

“Yeah, but…” Chad said.

“Facts are facts. If it weren’t for the show, she wouldn’t even be mentioned in the same sentence as you unless she happened to snag an interview or something. Look, seduce her. Get into her pants. Do your thing. Our viewers expect it. Give them what they expect” Leslie walked away. “And if you decide you want a bit of fun, I’m not hard to find.”

Chad lay back in the hammock and sighed. He should have been all over Leslie. Chad hadn’t had sex for a week and he just passed up an offer? Was it the heat? How could he be so totally transfixed by Bonnie?

Chad didn't know what it was about Bonnie. He was Mr. Steel after all. The
Love ‘em
escort agency ran with the angle for years that his cock was as hard as steel, that he was a man of steel like superman, never got tired, never satiated. A few modelling shoots later and Chad would come home daily with a stable of women to fuck. He had every flavor of woman he could imagine. But none came close to Bonnie.