Dirty Little Secret (Dirty #1) Read Free Page B

said. “Don’t worry about it.”
    “I wasn’t going to.”
    Her eyes finally found me, but they didn’t linger long, and I wondered irritably what she saw that made her dismiss me so easily.  What kinds of things turned her off?  My too-long hair, maybe.  It should’ve been cut weeks ago, and she was the kind of girl who dug preppy, I could tell.  The rough look of my skin, definitely.  I worked for a living.  I didn’t sit behind a desk or manicure my hands or go to…the man-spa or wherever the fuck it was that pretty-boys went to get groomed.  She would want everything I wasn't.  Everything I didn't want to be.
    I wasn’t even sure why it pissed me off so badly.   After all, it's not like anyone else had put me in my current position.  I was the one who landed myself in jail instead in my father’s law firm.  I was the one with something to prove.  I’d walked away from that life on purpose. 
    I shoved myself to my feet, bent down to grab my belongings, and stood up again, prepared to tell her to go fuck herself.  Except she was already gone.  So was my good mood.
    I stormed out to my truck, cursing the girl for wrecking my goddamned day, taking me from feeling good about my life, straight back to remembering everything I’d failed at.  All from a single, disdainful look in those fucking blue eyes.
      I tossed everything into the back, stepped on the gas, and peeled out of my parking spot.
    And there she was.  Again.
    S tanding there in those ridiculous, hideously dull shoes that are supposed to somehow miraculously feed starving children, and her tits popping out of a low cut sparkly top.  My disgust level rose to an all-time high.  
    She was the most beautiful, heart-stopping piece of perfection I’d ever seen.
    My res entment spiked, and I had to do something.  Anything. 
    I stepped on the gas , and my brute of a truck lurched forward on a straight line toward her.  I was a little surprised at the depth of my fury.
    After five, long, shitty-ass years of dealing with the emotional fall-out of my own bad decisions, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that I could make another giant-sized, ill-informed one.  Then again, my own special brand of douche-baggery sometimes did startle even me.  
    My dad’s voice dug at me.  You always did have a shitty learning curve, son.  Should’ve stuck with the family business. You owed it to us .  
    Did he learn that in law school?  Fuck him and fuck that, I didn’t owe anybody anything.
    So my foot pushed down, and my truck slammed forward through the mud, right toward the pretty blonde princess.  
    At the last second, I finally got a hold of myself, and hit the brakes. 
    What came next was priceless.
    An arc of muddy water envelop ed her, coating her smug little face and her too-tight pants.  
    Serves her right .  
    At the same time, though, I couldn’t help thinking about how I wouldn’t mind throwing her down in that mud and fucking the cute little pout right off her face.

 
    MELISSA
     
    I looked down in horror at the muddy devastation.  Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, then spilled out onto my cheeks.  Crying didn’t equal weakness, or imperfection.  It was just a girl thing.  After all, bitches don’t cry.  They scream and yell.  Nice girls, however, are perfectly happy to let a little bit of constructive emotion out via their tear ducts.
    The truck loomed in front of me, looking mean.  Like it had done it on purpose.  It was one of those jacked up deals, clearly meant to compensate for something.  It was noisy and dirty, and generally asshole-ic in proportion to the Beemer my Danny drove.
    I stared at it incredulously.
    Fifteen seconds earlier, I’d been rolling my eyes as the monstrosity tore through the parking, windows down as the driver blared some rock n roll garbage that should’ve gone out with the eighties.  
    Ten seconds earlier, my mouth had dropped open as it skidded past a row of cars, straight