Dirty Work Read Online Free Page B

Reagan’s camp coming this way.”
    He’s grumbling something about having someone’s head on a platter as he steps off the bus. I kneel on the cushion, trying to get a better view and hoping to catch a glimpse of Reagan.
    “Come on,” I whisper and grip the back of the seat cushion between my fingers with my nose almost touching the glass.
    Dude—get your shit together.
    When did a woman have me behaving like a horny teenager?
    Pathetic.
    I start to sit back down, deciding I’m not going to be that guy , when I see her. My heart literally leaps into my throat.
    I’m in so much fucking trouble.
    I know it now like I knew it four days ago when I first laid eyes on her. Her dark hair is cascading down her shoulders, covering her breasts and sweeping across her body as she walks. She’s walking with her campaign manager, Lexi, and hasn’t seen me yet. Slowly, I back away from the window before she catches a glimpse of me staring at her.
    Carl’s walking toward them, and his hands are flailing about. When I see Reagan’s body jerk backward, I head for the door.
    Before I’m ten feet from them, I say, “Ladies, do we have an issue?” I’m staring at Reagan, and she’s glaring back.
    “There’s not an issue,” she snaps and crosses her arms, pushing her breasts up.
    My eyes are instantly drawn to their fullness. “You looked like you needed help.”
    She pushes her tits higher. “Maybe if you were looking at something other than my breasts.”
    I can’t stop the smile creeping across my face. I’ve been caught, but I don’t even care. “You looked like you needed something before you pushed your breasts practically out of your shirt.” My gaze travels slowly up her neck, and finally, we lock eyes.
    “You’re a pig,” she mutters under her breath, but she does nothing to cover her chest.
    Lexi coughs and breaks our moment. “We’ll be out of here in the morning. You’re not scheduled for your rally until then, but we’re spending the night in Fairbury too. Will this be an issue?”
    My eyes are still locked on Reagan, and hers are staring at my forearms. It’s as if I can see her eyes moving, tracing every line in my tattoo.
    “As long as we’re at different hotels,” Carl interjects.
    “There’s only one in town, and the next hotel isn’t for a hundred miles.”
    Carl grunts his unhappiness. “How is this even possible?”
    “Carl.” I place my hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine. We’re all adults. We can share a hotel without killing each other.”
    He rubs his forehead. “We can bunk on the bus.”
    My head jerks back because I think I must’ve heard him wrong. “Did you say we’re sleeping on the bus?”
    He nods and rolls his eyes. “Yeah.”
    “My ass is sleeping in a hotel with my body in a bed. You are more than welcome to sleep on the bus, Carl. Reagan and I can share a hotel without ripping each other’s throats out. Right, Reagan?”
    Really, I want to rip her panties off and lick her throat in the process. She may be my enemy, but I’ve never wanted anyone more than my body craves her.
    Her head tilts to the side, exposing her neck, and she purses her lips. “Yes, as long as you’re on your best behavior.”
    “You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine,” I tell her and raise an eyebrow. “Scout’s honor.” I lift two fingers in the air and smirk.
    “For fuck’s sake. You were never a Boy Scout,” Reagan says, placing her hands on her hips and rolling her eyes before turning around and starting to walk toward the small inn to the right of us.
    “Glad you checked up on me. You know,” I call out, following behind her, “if there’s anything you want to know about me, I’d be happy to fill in the blanks.”
    Carl and Lexi are behind us, trying to keep a close eye on us because I can hear the crunch of the gravel under their feet, but I ignore them.
    “I can stop by for a nightcap if you’d like,” I offer just to throw her off and ruffle her