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“No, thanks,” I muttered, turning away.
Melissa came back, sipping some water, and sat down in her chair. The director motioned at her and did his little countdown. The red light on the camera came back on as soon as he hit one.
“And we’re back with Nash and Selena Bell.”
“Wood,” I said suddenly. “Selena Wood.”
Melissa smiled. “Of course. You’re keeping your name?”
“It’s a part of my identity,” I said. “I don’t want to be Selena Bell, as much as I want to be his wife.”
Nash laughed. “She’s so modern.”
“How do you feel about that, Nash?”
“Oh, it’s fine with me,” he said. “I just want to do whatever will make her happy, you know?”
“I’m sure you’ll do anything to keep your new bride content,” Melissa replied.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. She was flirting with him so obviously that it almost made me sick.
Nobody seemed to notice my annoyance, though, as the conversation turned back toward Nash and his thoughts about the marriage. He was charming and eloquent as always, and although Melissa seemed to press him harder, she still didn’t try to crush him.
Finally, the interview ended without too much difficulty. Melissa stood up once the cameras were all clear. “Thanks again for doing this, Nash,” she said.
“Anytime,” he said.
“Good luck to you both.” She smiled and walked away.
I stood up and tossed my microphone aside, walking back toward the food. Nash caught up with me a second later. “What’s the hurry?” he asked.
“That woman is so clearly trying to fuck you,” I said.
“So?”
“So, it’s pathetic.”
“What do you care?” he asked, grinning. “I thought this was just business.”
“It is just business,” I said, annoyed.
“It wasn’t just business last night.”
I blushed again. “Stop bringing that up. We’re pretending it didn’t happen, remember?”
“Maybe you are, but I can’t stop thinking about that sweet fucking pussy of yours,” he said, coming closer to me.
I bit my lip and was suddenly very aware of how wet I was. “Try harder to forget about it,” I said.
“I’d rather just feel my cock between your legs again,” he said. “I’ll slap that thick ass, pull your hair, fuck you rough and deep until you come screaming my name as loud as you can. That’s what I fucking want.”
I took a deep breath, excitement and desire rushing through my body. “Maybe you can get that from Melissa,” I said, and turned and walked away.
I heard him laughing as I rushed away from the set, heading toward our hotel room. I was thankful we had done the interview right in the hotel’s media room.
As I walked, my anger started to slowly ebb. Nash had the ability to simultaneously piss me off and make me soaking wet with that cocky smile and his strong arms. He was such a dick, and yet I kept thinking about what he’d done to me last night, the way he’d made me feel.
I had no clue what I was doing.
But I knew I had a flight coming up, and so I headed back to the room to pack, my mind a stormy mess.
18
Nash
Selena was in a foul mood, which wasn’t a big shock.
I didn’t bother trying to get her to talk as we drove from the hotel to the airport. We sat there in silence together, Selena trying to pretend like I was dead or something. At least Livy wasn’t around to witness this lovely display of newlywed happiness.
But then again, Selena had done well during the interview. There were a few strange moments, but overall she’d held up well. And I couldn’t believe that Livy hadn’t briefed her about it being a live interview; that seemed like total madness. I knew I had to have a conversation with her about that, even though I didn’t feel like it.
Finally, the car pulled up outside the airport, and I spotted a few paparazzi lingering around, trying to look inconspicuous. To my trained eye, though, they stood out like assholes.
“Ready?” I asked Selena.
“For what?”
“Pictures.”
She frowned. “Whatever.”
The car pulled over and I stepped out without another word. If she didn’t feel like talking, well, I wasn’t going to fucking make her.
I walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk, which only made the poor driver anxious.
“Relax,” I said to him, handing him a twenty. “I got it.”
He smiled and nodded. I unloaded the bags and handed Selena her suitcase. We headed toward the terminal.
That was when they pounced.
“Selena! Do you really love him?”
“Selena! Are you in this for his money?”
“Nash! Why her? Are you cheating already?”
Selena walked fast, her head down, trying to ignore the flashes. I just smiled at them, trying to ignore it, but really I was just amused by their blatant attempts to rile us up.
“Selena! How big is his dick?”
I had to laugh a little bit at that one.
