She rolls her eyes, like I’m an inconvenience to her. “You really are something else. Let’s just get this over and done with before I catch your disease.” She doesn’t miss a beat before her phone is sliding across the countertop.
Glancing down at the photo of the couple on her phone, I frown and scoff.There’s no way in hell …
“Trust me, I don’t like this any more than you do,” she mutters, seeing my shocked expression.
As she crosses her arms across her chest, I can’t help but cast my gaze to her breasts. They look amazing in the tank top she’s wearing. I wonder if she did that on purpose.
She snaps her fingers right in my face. “My eyes are up here, perv.”
I scoff as she talks, more frustrated that she caught me ogling her chest.
“Where do you want to do this?”
I push off the counter and walk to my bedroom, smiling slightly when I hear her groan and her light footsteps following me. I love making her frustrated.
I haven’t had a girl in here in a while. If anyone found out when my last lay was, they would laugh in my face. So, having a beautiful girl in here after so long makes Levi Junior think he’s going to have a little fun.
“Your bedroom, Mr. Miller,” she hums, looking around.
I watch as I stand at the foot of my bed.
Placing her hands on her hips, she frowns. “I know you’re going to make a lot of money off of me. But skip the seducing in here to a minimum. It’s unneeded,” she teases.
That smart mouth.
“The way your hands were shaking a few moments ago gave me the impression you would jump into my bed at any opportunity,” I muse, looking at her over my glasses. “Am I mistaken, Drakos?”
She gives me a once-over before grinning. “Where’s your off button?” And unfortunately, she continues, flashing me her dimple in a small smile, “And since we’re confessing impressions of one another, you kind of remind me of a thirteen-year-old boy who just discovered he has a dick and how to use it.”
“I’m not the one making dick jokes.” I chuckle, watching her closely in my dimly lit room.
I curse myself for not turning on more lights. It just makes this more intense than it needs to be.
“I’m just trying to match your vibe, Meathead.”
I know she thinks I don’t notice that being in my presence makes her nervous, and just the thought that I affect her in any way is greater than any high.
Stepping closer to where she stands, I spit out with sarcasm, “I know you’re trying to spend as much time as you can with me. Let’s get this show on the road. Did you bring what we need?”
Reaching back, I pull my shirt off in one fluid motion, knowing I need to be shirtless.
“You really are something,” she mutters as she digs into her purse and pulls out what I assume is red lipstick. Her eyes snap to my bare chest, and she groans. “Ugh, I’m going to disinfect my lips after this.”
I nod my chin toward my master bath, deciding to play along with her this time. “I have some wipes in my bathroom.”
Swallowing tightly, she walks to my bathroom, and from where I stand, I see her applying a layer onto her plump pink lips.
Oh God.I curse both our teams for picking this picture. Out of everything they could’ve picked, why an intimate one? They’re putting us in a scenario where she has to drag her lips all over my skin, and I wish she didn’t look like a supermodel while doing it.
“Are you coming in here or not?” she asks through the door in a steady voice.
CHAPTER18
AMELIA
Ihad to mentally prepare myself before coming here to take the first picture.The picture millions of people are going to see, thinking I’m dating my rival …
How are my die-hard fans not going to get upset after this comes out? I’m going to look like a traitor. How will that not hurt people?
