Dirty (Dive Bar, #1)

by Kylie Scott

“Vaughan?” Nostrils flared on a deep breath. “Huh?” “You’re staring.” “What?” “My breasts.” I waved a hand around the pertinent parts of my anatomy. Though I’m reasonably certain he already knew where they were. “These things, Vaughan. The baby feeders and pillows of sin. You’re staring at them.”

“I’m not going to make a run for it,” I said, yet again tucking my hair behind my ears, straightening out the imaginary creases in my black linen button-up top. The side eyes he gave me were full of doubt. “The thought never crossed my mind.” “Liar.” “The fact that I had to manhandle you out of the car—” “Signifies nothing more than how very cool I think your car is.”

Disclaimer: Objectifying people is wrong and stuff.