Page 161 of Dirty Princess


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Laz looks down at his apron. “So no kissing or sucking at all?”

“The only thing I’m sucking is the last little bit of seasoning off my fork from the breakfast potatoes,” I say.

“Now that’s dirty talk to a guy like me,” Laz says.

“You’re gross,” I say.

Laz turns back to the food to keep cooking.

He nods his head as he cooks.

I look around the large kitchen.

It’s kind of nice here.

But I’m not going to live here.

I’m meant to be with Maz and Birdie.

I like living with theThorns.

I like messing up the idea of tradition.

I send a text to both Maz and Birdie, letting them know I’m alive and well.

“Okay, Laz, where’s my fucking food?”

I hear the voice call out.

I turn my head.

And here comes a butt-naked Heir walking into the kitchen.

“Oh, fuck!” Gabriele yells when he sees me. “What the fuck is she doing here?”

“She lives here,” Laz says.

“The fuck she does,” Gabriele growls.

“The fuck I do,” I say. “I’m a fuckingHeir.”

“Whatever then,” Gabriele says. “Enjoy the view.”

Gabriele walks with a strut that makes his dick slap back and forth.

He’s doing it on purpose.

The sound is like a slow clap.

I shake my head.

“What’s wrong, Jaci?” Gabriele asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “Didn’t realize it was cold in the kitchen.”

“Damn!” Laz cries out.

Then he laughs.

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