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I held out my hand. “You didn’t, tiger. This is Sam, my agent.”
She smiled and came over. Held out her hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same. You’ve got a good guy here.”
She looked to me, studied my face as if she were considering Sam’s words. “I think so.”
I couldn’t help but wrap my arm around her.
“Well, as your PR person, this relationship is a good thing. The posts you put up have a shit ton of views and likes. The comments are pouring in, especially of the ones of you two with Lacey. Everyone’s wondering who your new girlfriend is and it’s been made pretty fucking clear that you and Lacey aren’t an item. It’s starting to get traction on the tabloid sites, too.”
“Good,” I told him. It was working.
“Keep it up. Your screen test tomorrow is going to go great.”
Sam gave a little salute and let himself out. Keep it up? My dick was perpetually up around Aspen. No problem there. And he worded it as if we had to remember to like each other. That this was an arrangement. Well, it was, but I wasn’t pretending how I felt about Aspen.
“He seems… nice,” she said.
I huffed. “He’s jaded. All he sees is work and money.”
She nodded. “I know the type.”
She was familiar with guys like Sam? She was up on workaholics, assholes, or at least an unintentional asshole, completely jaded when it came to women because all he ever came across were social climbers and schemers?
All her guy friends in Hunter Valley were decent. Maybe not Theo James since he had plans to chop me up as if he were Edward Scissorhands, but he did care about his woman. They all seemed to love fiercely. They clearly loved and were protective of it. None of them were like Sam.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
She nodded. “I guess me being your fake girlfriend worked. I… um, well. My job here is done.”
What? NO! Her job wasn’t done. There was no job. She was here because I wanted her, not because of Lacey. Okay, because of Lacey technically, but no.
“No,” I said.
She looked up at me with confusion. “No?”
“I need you,” I admitted.
Her cheeks flushed. “I don’t think you need me anymore.”
“You’re wrong, tiger. I still need you.”
Since my arm was around her, I pulled her in close and kissed her. I loved kissing her. I loved her in my arms. Her skin was warm and a little sweaty from her workout. I nibbled at her neck, then licked her salty skin. Yeah, I fucking needed her.
“I’m gross. I need to shower,” she said, making no move toward the bathroom.
“Mmm, good idea.” I lifted my head, then took her hand and led her down the hall. “We’ll take one together. Although I’m going to get you very dirty before I get you clean.”
In the bathroom, I ripped off her t-shirt and worked her leggings off. In a plain green athletic bra and matching thong, she looked strong and fit.
“What’s with the dancing?” I asked, reaching into the shower and turning on the spray. I did it without looking because I couldn’t stop staring at her, watching as she shucked her bra and panties. “Did you… fuck, do it as a kid or something?”
My mind went blank because all the blood in my body pumped to my dick. Her tits were small and high with large nipples. Her body was long and lean, and I stared at the juncture of her thighs and her pussy. Neatly trimmed pale hair graced that nirvana. My mouth watered for another taste.
Unlike Lacey–although I hadn’t seen her bare, thank fuck–and other women I knew, Aspen hadn’t had any work done. I loved that she was so uninhibited, so confident in herself. She didn’t want fake tits or a butt lift or lipo, not that she needed it.
She was perfect, every fucking inch of her. It was really hard to concentrate, waving my fingers blindly through the spray to ensure the right temperature.
