Naughty Girl

NAUGHTY GIRL CASSIE CASSELL CONTENTS Untitled Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Epilogue About the Author Also by Cassie Cassell UNTITLED Riley Hell hath no fury like a woman who’s been cheated on… again and again. I’ve had it. I dated Alex for six months, and he cheated on me... with my roommate. Now, I’m over him. And to finally avenge his stupid behavior, I’m about to do some misbehaving of my own… with his hot dad. Of course this won’t be a sacrifice… Rhett is about the sexiest man who’s walked Earth. He’s also my boss—and the man I’ll gladly hand my V-card to. Rhett When an unexpected guest arrives at my doorstep during my trip abroad, I didn’t expect her to be Riley, wearing shorts that make me drool. I see Riley at work, where she’s always dressed appropriately. This is supposed to be my time. Every year, I take a week off to celebrate my birthday. And now, because of a misunderstanding, I have to share my space with this young, hot girl who forgot the basic rules of modesty. Lucky for her… so have I. She has a dirty birthday celebration planned for me… and I’ll pay her in kind. Once the weekend is over, we’ll see who gets the better gift. 1 Riley Girl, u crazy. I read the text message from my best friend Lily. Then, as the smallest airplane I’ve ever flown on touches the ground, I smile. I should be tired after the other two flights it took me to get here all the way from Texas. Yet, a sense of determination and purpose washes over me as I look out the tiny window. The arresting views take my breath away. Fernando the Noronha, an island off the cost of Brazil, is gorgeous. Known as a treasured ecosystem because of its diverse marine and wildlife, it’s remote—less touristy than places like Bora Bora, but certainly just as stunning. I mean, I guess. Never been to Bora Bora, but if these azure waters and rock formations are anything to go by… My phone buzzes again, signaling another text. I mean, he’s your bf’s dad. And what if u get fired for creating this hot mess? I clutch the phone in my hand, and slide it into my tote bag. Yes, I created a hot mess. Yes, I’m using emergency, last-minute personal leave from work for a reason that’s not so… urgent. Lily has a point. But the knowledge that I shouldn’t be doing this has zero impact on my actions right now. Besides, Alex is my ex-boyfriend as of now. The bastard who cheated on me with my roommate. So now not only am I newly single, once I get back to Texas, I’ll be looking for a new place to live. Does he even know how hard it is to find a decent living arrangement these days? Thanks, d-bag. Which brings me here. I’ve worked as a corporate travel and events planner for Stanton Inc., the giant sports gear company that swooped the industry by storm, for two years. It’s an amazing job, great pay, especially since I’m a 22-year-old without a college degree. But I may kiss it all away with my revenge plot to sleep with my ex’s dad to teach him a lesson. The idiot has also been text messaging me non-stop, wanting to talk. Talk, my ass. Before my mom met my stepdad, she had the same type of problem. I know because I’ve seen her cry too many times under the dim light in the kitchen, when she thought I was sleeping or doing my homework. My father left us when I was two. She always looked for a male father figure for me, but until my stepdad came into our lives when I was ten, she had her heart broken a lot. I promised that would never be me. That’s why I still haven’t had sex with anyone, because I was scared I’d get too attached to the wrong person. Turned out, that happened anyway. Dated Alex for six months, and now I know why he was so patient with waiting for me. Because on his end, there was no waiting. The bastard was fucking my roommate Ava behind my back, the entire time. I was cheated on, again and again. Threads of frustration cross through my chest. Three days ago, when I found out, I was sad and hurt. Then I wiped my tears and decided to get even. He cheated on me with someone I can kick from my life, even if that means a huge hassle as far as living arrangements. I chose to get back at him for sleeping with someone he can’t kick out of his life. His dad. I depart the airplane, grab my luggage and leave the small airport. A cloud of smoke smacks me on the face, and I realize it’s humidity. Within seconds, as I walk to the white taxis lining up at the entrance, sweat forms on my forehead, and I feel this electric charge going over my hair line all the way down the tips. My hair feels frizzy, and I wonder if there’s a chance I’ll look put together after three flights and this godawful weather. Fat chance. “Quer ajuda, moça?” a short taxi driver asks, offering help from what I can guess, and I nod, and he helps me with my luggage. “Me leva para esse endereco, por favor,” I say, using the line from the Portuguese/English translator app I downloaded the night before. I’m sure my accent is heavy and laughable, but he glances at the paper I’m handing him, with the address to the rental house where Rhett is staying. Then he nods