So do Scott’s.
“Just trying to help,” he says smoothly. “I do have a question though. If your sisters are wearing your collection on screen, does this mean they’re going to be entering a nunnery too?”
She growls and tries to charge him.
I seize her around the waist, holding her back. I hate that he incenses her like this. That’s my fucking role.
My lips find her ear. “You’re giving him what he wants.”
“He’s insultingmyline.”
It’s like calling her child stupid. I understand the blow. “Your clothes are perfect, Rose. They’re not as modest as he believes. Women will buy them.”
My words instantly calm her, and she relaxes against me. I hold her while Scott waves Ben towards us. And then I meet his gaze. “So,” I say, “you’re moving in.”
It’s a guess.
But it becomes fact as soon as he tosses the duffel bag onto the floor. “I am.”
Rose balks.
“What did production want this time?” I ask. “A misogynist? A natural blond?”
“A love triangle,” he deadpans.
Rose’s cheeks concave as if she’s attempting to suck in all the air from the room. She points her finger at Scott, the red nail polish threatening and incredibly sexy. “If you try to break up Lily and Loren, I will gut you from the inside out.”
No, Rose. He wants you.
His arousal practically swims in his eyes as he watches her tell him off. “I’m not here to break up anyone. I’ll be introduced in the show as your ex-boyfriend. We dated for a few years in college but decided to amicably break up when your fashion line absorbed all your time. I like my women tobe…attentive. We’re still friends, despite your love to harass the shit out of me.”
I let go of Rose and take a step forward. “We haven’t formally met,” I say, holding out my hand. “I’m Connor Cobalt. The guy whose girlfriend you want to fuck. And just so you understand, the odds don’t look good for you.”
He shakes my hand, and I grip him so tight that he struggles to hide a wince. “You’re threatened by me,” he states, not breaking eye contact. “I’m twenty-eight, and you’re?—”
I hate ages.“Twenty-four years smarter than you.” I tilt my head. “And in ten years I’ll be thirty-four years smarter than you. See how this works?”
Rose steps between us, hands outstretched like she’s protecting us from each other. But I just want to protect her from him. “All right. Put your cocks away. I’ve seen enough of them.”
We both look down at her with the same desire.
“You haven’t even seen mine,” Scott says with curved lips.
Is he serious?“I assure you, you’ve pulled out your cock,” I tell him.
“Stop. Both of you,” she says, her chest rising in her dress, her breasts more apparent, even with the high neckline.This, interjecting herself in the middle of a fight, even tame, causes my dick to throb. I struggle not to pull her into my chest, away from Scott and his lingering gaze. She wouldn’t appreciate me claiming her. But if he’s going to try to take her from me—there’s only so long I can withhold from doing so.
Anyway, I don’t thinkshe’dappreciate another girl hitting on me this way. In fact, I’m almost certain she’d rip her to shreds and grab me.
Rose spins towards Scott. “You’re the executive producer.”
“Yes?”
“So you’re in charge of production. You make the rules. So you can leave.”
“Yes, but I also have the network breathing down my neck. GBA expects certain things fromPrincesses of Phillywhen I pitched the showto them. My placement in the house was a promise I made.”
He’s planned this for that long?
