Goodbye to all the inhibitions and shame. Dirty Girl grew up to its name. Its’s dirty, naughty, kinky and smutty, exactly on what are you waiting while reaching for such a book.
Charity has two faces. She plays happy and smiling “it girl” in everyday life. To then at night go to clubs and fucks men in bathrooms. For this girl, you can transcribe the psychological portrait, because that she likes sex is a matter of fact. She is left by mother. Father unknown. Raised by grandparents. Her grandmother is suffering from Alzheimer’s. She lives alone with a cat. Not looking for a relationship, despises the foundation of marriage and doesn’t like children. Never fucks more than once with the same man and excites her fact to be listened and watched while doing it.
We don’t yet know much about Boone. He monitored a couple dozen of clubs in Austin. Definitely has the money, because he is the investor of this thing. And he’s obsessed with watching her. He watched her on the security monitors, as she went from club to club for weeks. When he finally decides to approach her, he wants to scare her, but his fingers fuck in the bar only excites her more.
Now they have a deal. While she will continue her adventures in the bathroom he’ll be watching and listening. And fuck her when, where and how he wants. In this way they get to The Velvet Rope a private swinger’s club, where you can say goodbye to all the inhibitions and shame. And just naughty fun begins.
The thing is there must be something more, and I can’t wait to find out what. He is dangerous, but I want to believe that he wants for her well. And she tempts him for all possible ways. I can’t wait to discover the hidden secrets and where it will go. For now you can enjoy every obscene thing that is described here. Because is good, bold and hot as hell.
She was nothing if not predictable. I’d watched her for weeks on the security monitors, traipsing from club to club. Smiling. Flirting. Seducing. It had taken me a while to figure out her system—her game—but I hadn’t minded. It was time well spent watching her work her magic.
And tonight? I knew if I was patient, my persistence would pay off, because like I said, she was nothing if not predictable. Ten o’clock every third Friday night at The Alibi Room. I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee, wishing I had something stronger to drink.
I watched her smile at the bouncer and step inside the club, the knot in my stomach loosening and tightening by degrees. She shouldn’t be there. I shouldn’t be watching but that’s how obsessions went. And obsession was something I knew a lot about.
As much as I hated seeing her on my screen, I couldn’t stop myself from watching her. And every time she appeared, I leaned a little closer, unable to take my eyes off of her, unable to stop myself. Unable to stop her.
“Fucking stupid girl.”
Tonight she wore a short gray skirt, a pink sweater, and high heels. Tonight she was all legs.
Tonight I was all hard-on. I licked my lips and settled in for the show, hating myself just the same. I should do something, I should stop her, I should help her, but I don’t.
I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do.
About The Author
Indie author and die-hard Southern girl, Allie Cooke has been reading and writing romance since she was old enough to hold a crayon, so a future as a romance writer wasn’t very farfetched for her. From billionaires to blue collar, from CEO to sexy entrepreneur, whether they’re wearing jeans or suits, Allie’s always had a thing for hot, hunky Alphas who need to be saved from themselves…Usually with the help of the right woman.
When she’s not writing, editing, or reading. Allie can be found cooking up mayhem in the kitchen or catching up on the latest and greatest TV shows with her favorite man.