Page 40 of Get A Fix

He grunted. “They don’t like me, and I don’t like them.”

“Do they like Benny?”

“Thankfully yes, though he does do a lot of swimming in the pool at my mom’s house to get away from them.”

He had many pictures of his dog, more than of his celebrity pals, sunsets, or himself. In fact, there were hardly any of him other than at awards shows.

“As one of the many fans who follow you on Instagram, I would request more photos of you and less of the dog.”

He turned those big green eyes on me. “But he’s so cute.”

“You’re pretty cute yourself, and we would all like to see more of your abs.”

His scowl made me choke out a laugh.

“It’s important to take away the stigma people have against bully breeds,” he insisted.

“Yes, it is, but maybe pics of both Benny and you lying in the sun, and you in all your different suits and tuxedos, not just your dog.”

“I’ll consider that.”

“It’s also good to show a little skin.”

“You’re kind of a pervert. I don’t know if you’re aware.”

I grunted.

“No argument from you?”

“I’d like to see you in less clothes.”

His eyes heated so fast, I nearly swallowed my tongue. The man was not only breathtaking, but ridiculously sexy as well. When he leaned close, I could feel my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest.

“I would like to see you in less clothes as well,” he whispered in my ear. “What do you say we skip this, go upstairs, order room service, and you strip down for me so I can give you all the attention you deserve.”

It was the best offer I would ever get, I had no doubt, but he’d made the decision to come to this wedding before knowing me, and I didn’t want him to have any regrets. I had the idea already that his father’s side of the family were not people he saw on a regular basis.

“I would love that, but you came to this thing to interact with these people, did you not?”

He groaned.

“Finish the story.”

Deep sigh as he put his phone away, and then he draped his arm around my neck, clearly liking the closeness. “Well, right after I was cast in Queen Mab—did you see that one?”

I scowled at him. “I’ve seen them all.”

His smile was wicked. “Big fan, are you?”

“Just get back to the story, will ya, please?”

“Fine,” he huffed out. “Right after that movie, my father asked me to be executor of the family funds, trust, whatever, as he was stepping down as both CEO and chairman of the board and wasn’t going to be around to divvy up the cash anymore.”

“Why?”

“Why was he stepping down, you mean?”

“Yeah.”