Dirty For Me (Motor City Royals) Read Online Free PDF

tell him all of a sudden. If he knew where she lived, that meant he could find her again. And she didn’t want him finding her again.
    What makes you think he’d even want to?
    Well, he might not. But then again, he was a total stranger. She knew nothing about him other than the fact he could move fast and could probably kill her before she was even aware of being in danger. Which made it far better to be safe than sorry.
    She gave him Rose’s Midtown address instead. She could easily take a taxi from there to her own apartment.
    Zee pulled out into the traffic while Tamara tried to pretend the heavy, tense silence that filled the car didn’t exist. Their encounter in the hallway was all too fresh in her head, not to mention her own reaction to it, and she didn’t want it there. She didn’t want to talk either, didn’t want to interact with him in any way. All she wanted was for the car journey to be over, to be in her own apartment, with his disturbing presence out of her life.
    “You’re really pissed with me, aren’t you?”
    The husky rumble of his voice, not to mention his observation, sent a little pulse of shock through her. How the hell had he picked up on that? “No, I’m not,” she managed, at least sounding relatively calm.
    “Bullshit. You’re fucking mad as hell.”
    She held her purse on her lap, her fingers tight on the leather. “What makes you say that?”
    “Because you’re holding yourself all tense and your knuckles are white.”
    Tamara flashed him a glance. He wasn’t looking at her, his gaze firmly out the front windshield. “I’m not.”
    “Sure you are. You’ve got a death grip on that purse of yours and you’re sitting in that seat like if you move it’s going to eat you alive.” His head turned, his eyes a gleam of silver. “Or maybe it’s me you’re worried about. People usually get mad when they’re afraid.”
    He’s not wrong. It is him you’re worried about. Though not for the reasons he thinks . . .
    She gave a laugh that didn’t sound as natural as she hoped. “Why would I be afraid of you?”
    “I shoved you up against a wall. Tried to make you fight me. You were afraid, pretty girl, don’t try to deny it.”
    Her jaw was tight with denial anyway, even though of course he was telling the truth. She had been afraid, just like she was afraid now. But she didn’t really want to think about why that might be.
    Or is it him you’re worried about? Maybe it’s yourself you need to watch.
    Tamara refused the thought. “Well, what do you expect?” she said. “You’re a complete stranger. I don’t know you from a bar of soap. And one minute you’re offering me a lift home, the next you’re shoving me against walls.”
    “I’m not apologizing for it.”
    “You should. Being an asshole isn’t a good way to drum up business.”
    His head turned again, his gaze sharp, gleaming. One corner of his long, beautiful mouth curved. “Calling me names now? Shouldn’t you be minding your manners?”
    She gritted her teeth. Yes, that’s exactly what she should be doing. Her parents had brought her up better than that and as her mother had always told her, manners went a long way.
    All she had to do was ignore the fact that the scent of him kept making her feel hot and restless. Rein in her awareness of the powerful muscle of his thigh inches away from hers. Of the long-fingered, blunt-tipped hands on the steering wheel.
    No, damn—no looking at his hands.
    “You’re right,” she said stiffly. “That wasn’t polite. I apologize.”
    He laughed and the sound trailed down her spine like a velvet-covered finger. “You’re just fucking with me now. I’ve been called worse, believe me.”
    “I’m sure.” Despite herself, her gaze was drawn inexorably back to his hands on the steering wheel, hypnotized by those long, scarred fingers.
    “I wasn’t drumming up business anyway,” he went on, seemingly not picking up her don’t talk to me vibes. “I was only