All Aboard

Paige

I crossed my legs on the hotel bed, and for the first time in five months, denim scraped against my skin. None of the bastards let me wear pants—when they let me wear anything at all. Between that, the snacks, and the totally private shower, I watched Tommaso pack up the room with a little less of a glare than I had an hour ago.

My stomach grumbled, and he glanced at me. There was something in his eyes, around his mouth, that implied a smile. It would be hard not to notice that he was handsome. His soft green eyes balanced out the sharpness of his jaw and his bushy eyebrows. None of the other bastards had spent so long with me and not used me. Tommaso had barely touched me, other than all the time he’d spent dragging me around.

I ripped my eyes away from him and looked back at the bedspread. Stupid. He was a bastard, just like the rest, and I needed to focus on myself. Despite the snacks I’d crammed down my gullet, I was still hungry. A perfect cheesesteak appeared in my mind’s