Page 34 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Alex said something about a car, but I can take a cab.”

“No, take my car. I’ll just call to sort it out.”

“It’s fine, honestly,” she starts.

I wave her off.

“Brandon, give me a few, and I’ll call you back.” I hang up with him and call my driver, who is also my bodyguard. “Aiden,” I say when he picks up, “I need you to give someone a ride back to her hotel. Her name is Pins.”

I see her roll her eyes, and it sends a thrill through me.

“Pins? Are you serious?” he says in that deep voice of his.

“No, her name is Charly.”

“Cool. Is she leaving now?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell her I’ll be in front of the hotel in five.”

“Thanks, Aiden.” I hang up. “My driver, Aiden, will be up front in five to take you home.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “It’s really nice of you.”

“I’m a nice guy.” I lean my shoulder against the wall.

“Yeah, sometimes.”

I give her an affronted look, and she laughs.

She opens the door, and I follow her through it.

“So”—she’s backing away—“I’ll see you later.”

“Are you on set tomorrow?”

“Probably.”

“Then, I’ll probably see you tomorrow.”

She smiles, and my insides heat.

“See you, West.” She turns and starts to walk toward the elevator.

“See you, Pins.”

I see her head shake, and I laugh.

I step back inside and shut the door.

I like Pins. I really like her. She’s hot and cool and witty. And nothing like the women I usually spend time with. I should ask her to dinner…and then fuck her.

My phone starts to ring in my hand.

Jack.

Jesus Christ. Can’t a guy get a minute’s peace while he thinks about the woman he wants to fuck but is trying not to?