“Night, Aubrey.” He graced me with a dimple and disappeared. Do I look like an underwear sniffer to you?” I’d taken off my bra and panties and left them on the bathroom counter. “Even those little black lacy underwear smell like tuberose.” Not sure I ever smelled a Tuberose before.” He shrugged and walked back into his room but not before turning back. “I couldn’t figure out what you smelled like all day. I shook my head, still confused by the whole situation going on. He walked out and flicked off the bathroom light.

He was reading my Estee Lauder perfume bottle. “You got an awful lot of girly crap in here for one night,” he said with a jumbled mouth full of toothpaste from the bathroom. He walked past me and let himself into my bathroom. He cocked his head to the side, and his brows dipped in. “I must have left my toothpaste in my saddlebag in the car.” “I thought we had established I wasn’t a serial killer already.”

It took a minute to understand what he was doing there, even though he was holding up a toothbrush in question. Wearing only dark gray boxer briefs that hugged him like a second skin. I unfastened the top lock and cracked it open just enough so I could see what he wanted. It was coming from an interior door I hadn’t even noticed before. The sound wasn’t coming from the entrance door. Why were those things always so high on the door anyway? I was surprised to find no one standing on the other side. With a huff, I got out of bed and stood on my tiptoes to look out the peephole. I wasn’t supposed to fall for the cocky bastard, especially when I knew we’d be going our separate ways.Īll good things must come to an end, right?Įxcept our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

I thought he wanted me too, but something was holding him back. I wanted him, but Chance wouldn’t make a move. It was all fun and games until things got intense. My ordinary road trip turned into the adventure of a lifetime. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together, spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours. He was someone who belonged in my wildest fantasies instead of a rest stop in the middle of Nebraska.Ī sexy, cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my cross-country drive. New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Authors Meet Chance in COCKY BASTARD! A standalone Contemporary Romance novel by

Cocky Bastard by Penelope Ward