Scorch: A Soldiers of Fortune Romance (Military Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF

look writ large across her face. I hate to admit that she brings up a fair point, but my scar still throbs under the ink on my neck. That was another lifetime ago, another cycle in the ever evolving, swirling, constantly chaotic bullshit life of Javier Toro.

    I don't say a word though, outside of grumbling, as I turn back to the drive console.

    Chelsea sighs behind me; “Look, thank you, ok?"

    “For?"

    “For intervening back there at the pool.  I- I wasn't paying attention at all."

    I turn back to her, a big shit-eating grin on my face; " See? Now was that so hard, princess?"

    She rolls her eyes and looks away; “Just take the fucking gratitude, Toro."

    “Look can you not call me that?"

    “What, your name?” Chelsea frowns at me again; "Oh, what, are we on a first-name basis now?"

    Keep up that attitude, honey.

    "People who call me that are usually people like jail guards or police or whatever. It rubs me the wrong way.”

    "Well, I am the police.”

    I shrug; “I mean, sort of . Look, just stick with Javier and we’ll be fine.“

    Her eyes roll; “Fine, Javier ," She says dramatically.

    Satisfied, I turn back to the steering column and start reaching underneath for the wiring; "So what were you reading?"

    "Huh?" I can hear her pacing the cabin behind me. She's fidgety, usually the mark of impatience. I can tell she's someone used to having a plan ; someone used to sticking to a schedule. That she has no idea what’s coming next, or that I'm making this up as I go probably has her panties in such a twist.

    I grin to myself; I probably shouldn't be thinking about this chick’s panties in any capacity, but damn is it fun.

    “Back at the pool, you were reading something."

    She stops pacing behind me; "You saw that?"

    I smirk up at her over my shoulder; "Yeah I was checking you out from my balcony for like half an hour before those assholes showed up."

    She blushes, and looks away, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She might be the law, and she might still be holding a gun - however unloaded it may be - but damn is she sexy as fuck standing there in her white bikini hugging every curve of that hot little body. Her sarong is even half-transparent, especially with the light from cabin door coming in behind her. It takes me a second longer than it should to realize I'm letting my eyes wander freely over her body in a pretty obvious way. I glance up, just in time for her eyes to lock with mine, and that blush creeps back into her face.

    "Um, do you have a shirt or something?" She crosses her arms over the swell of her tits, biting her lip.

    I smirk and look down at my own bare chest; "Nope."

    Get your fucking head in the game, amigo.

    I turn my head quickly, shaking the thoughts of Chelsea Archer's perfect bikini out of my head as I start to rip out the panel under the steering column.

    "What the fuck are you doing?"

    I shrug as I start to yank wiring out; "They're going to track the boat, you know. We need to ditch it." I turn back to her, unable to resist a little probing dig; "I mean, you did know that, right super-spy?" She frowns at me again, and in spite of how childish it is to needle her like this, it's pretty fucking fun too.

    "I'm deactivating the cruise-control lock. We’re going to send this baby off on it’s own as bait."

    “How do you even know how to do that?"

    I turn back to her, flashing my most charming smile as I look up into her face; "Trust me, you don’t want to know."

    *****

    And really, there’s a lot about me that agent blondie probably doesn't want to know, even if she thinks she does. I rev the outboard engine of the dingy, motoring us to through the rocks to the hidden cove as the yacht plows off behind us under autopilot into the horizon.

    She may think she's curious about me - a lot of people are at first. But the reality isn't a movie. I’m not a fucking character in some script, and my life does not have a pleasant little story arc