They’d finished the shoot yesterday, and since then they’d hardly left her room.He couldn’t get enough of her.Last night, he’d forced himself to take her out to dinner, but he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and they’d left before their food arrived.
He’d been with her for three days and three nights, damn it!Surely he should have had his fill by now?This had never happened to him before.
Usually, he was very happy to say goodbye to a woman after one night, never mind how mind-blowing the sex had been.But this time everything was different.
She’d filled every aching hole he’d ever had, stilled every craving, and had made every single boyhood fantasy came true.Every time she’d moved, he put out a hand to make sure she was real, and once he’d touched her, he had to have her again.And again.
She was nothing like anyone he’d known before.He didn’t trust easily, but it was so easy to be with Hannah, to talk about himself, to share his thoughts and dreams.
And what they had together was so much more than mere sex—his mind, his soul, his very being became part of her.
He tried to take a breath, but it was difficult.Damn, he was freaking out.These feelings he was experiencing—they were too much, too intense, too bloody overpowering.What did he do with all of this?
He had to get out of here, away from her.
Thinking straight had been impossible over the last few days, and he needed to think.Silently, he got up and looked for his pants.Sneaking out after spending three days with a woman, having made love to her more times than he could count, was not something he thought he’d ever do.
But his mind and body were in overload and he needed to breathe.Somehow, he had to try and make sense of what he was feeling before he could speak to her again.Was this real, or was he simply imagining the strong connection they had?
Connection?Surely he couldn’t have fallen in love with her within the span of three days?That didn’t happen, right?After pulling on his pants, he grabbed his shirt while stepping into his shoes.Before he opened the door, he looked back at her again and very nearly walked back.
He quickly opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him.
“A nice piece of ass, don’t you agree?”he heard Stephen White’s voice near him.
“What did you say?”
“Did you find the butterfly?”Stephen snickered and sauntered away.
Stunned, Darryn looked after him while rubbing his chest.A sharp object pierced right through his heart.He couldn’t breathe.
Disappointment rose like bile and filled his belly.He grimaced.Damn, he’d gone and done it again—fell for a model.Would he never learn?
He’d found the butterfly all right, delighted in the tiny colorful mark on her butt.He thought he was the first to see it.But apparently not.
Coming to a quick decision, he walked briskly in the direction of his room while he took out his phone and punched in Don’s telephone number.It was time to move on.
*
Dazed, Hannah staredat the door.Surely Darryn wouldn’t believe the idiot?She pressed her ear to the door again, waiting for Darryn to say something, but the only sound was footsteps walking away.
How would Stephen know about her tattoo?
Of course.She and the other models had been talking about their secret tattoos just the other day and Stephen had to have been listening around the corner like he usually did.
She flung open the door, ready to run after Darryn, but the next minute Stephen pushed her back into the room.
“You piece of trash,” he hissed.“You think I’m not good enough for you, but you spend time—”
Hannah didn’t wait for him to finish.She aimed a kick at his groin, and while he was doubling up and cursing, she shoved him out of her room, locking the door behind her.
Her hands still shaking, she took out her phone.This had to stop today.Stephen White should have been fired long ago.
While the phone rang, she swallowed back the sob that was threatening to break loose.Her heart was breaking.The man she’d spent the last few days with, the man she’d lost her heart to within the span of seventy two hours, couldn’t leave the room quickly enough this morning.
After the wonderful time they’d had over the past three days, Darryn had simply gotten up and walked out.The pain just below her heart was unexpected and so fierce she nearly doubled up.
Disillusioned and tired, she sank down on the bed, waiting for her agent to answer the phone.
