“I want that fucker fired,” Easton snaps angrily before he stalks away with me.
I have no idea where he’s taking me, but a minute or so later, he sets me down on my feet so he can open a door, and then I’m ushered into a massive trailer.
In the few seconds I get to glance around, I see gleaming wood, a table with a big mirror and bright lights where he probably gets his makeup done, brown leather couches, a small kitchen, and a bar area.
Easton yanks the door shut behind us before lifting his hands to my face. Framing my cheeks, he forces me to look at him. “Christ, Nova, are you okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper, a little stunned by what just happened.
Letting go of my face, he glances up and down my body, but then he lets out a growl. He grabs hold of my hips, and I’m pushed backward until my legs bump into one of the couches, and I land with a plop on the soft leather.
I watch as he gets a first aid kit from a cupboard before he sinks down on his knees in front of me.
Seeing the anger on his face, I say, “I’m really okay.”
His eyes flick to me, and without a word, he cleans the gash on my knee. I didn’t even realize I hurt myself. I look at the palm I caught myself with and brush the gravel off my skin.
When Easton sticks a Band-Aid over the raw spot on my knee, his eyes flick to my face again. “I’m so fucking sorry that happened to you.”
I shake my head. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.” I glance at the door. “Won’t you get in trouble for being away from work?”
He lets out a chuckle while he moves to sit beside me. “If I say we take a break, then we take a break.”
His eyes lower to my arm, and the lines around his mouth tighten even more as he gently takes hold of my bicep, brushing his fingers over the angry red marks. “I’m going to kill the fucker for hurting you.”
“Don’t do that, and don’t fire him either. He was just doing his job.”
“Like hell he was,” Easton snaps. “Your name is on a list of people who have access. If he did his job, none of this would’ve happened. And even if you’re a fan, yanking a woman around doesn’t fly with me.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to the marks on my skin. “I swear, if this leaves a bruise and you have to wear a fucking cardigan again, I’m going to lose my shit.”
Lifting my hand to his face, I rest my palm against his jaw. Locking eyes with him, I give him a comforting smile. “I’m okay. I promise.”
He lets out a harsh breath before crushing his mouth to mine.
God, this man makes me feel so protected and loved.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, and a woman calls out, “Easton, is everything okay?”
He lets out a groan as he breaks the kiss. “Yes. I’ll be out in five.”
“I’m leaving Nova’s handbag by the door in case she needs it,” the woman says.
“Thanks.” Getting up from the couch, he helps me to my feet. I watch as he walks to the door to grab my handbag, and bringing it to me, he says, “There’s a restroom through that door. I kissed off all your lipstick.”
“Thanks.” I walk into the restroom, surprised at how luxurious everything is. There’s even a big shower.
Checking my reflection in the mirror, I fix my hair and lipstick before making sure nothing is out of place and I look my best.
When I exit the restroom, it’s to see Easton typing something on his phone before tucking the device back into his pocket. My gaze glides over every muscled inch of him, loving the rugged look he’s wearing for the scene they’re filming.
He lifts his head, and the smile returns to his face. “You look beautiful, baby.”
Hearing him call me ‘baby’ does things to my heart and abdomen.
“I like that,” I murmur as I walk closer to him.
“What?”
