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“No,” he shot back. “Just stick to the engagement news. Stop tearing down Vanessa.”
“I had no idea you could be attached to one woman.” She tilted her chin as the makeup artists assaulted Chantel’s high cheekbones with the powder brush. “Maybe you’re more the marrying kind than I realized.”
“Cut it out, Chantel,” Isaac barked. “You’re a better journalist than this. Show some class for God’s sake.”
“These are the producers’ questions.” She ruffled her notes in his face. “I have a job to do, and that sometimes means asking questions that are uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine.” I wanted to put an end to the bickering. “Chantel, ask me whatever you feel is necessary.”
Both men’s heads swiveled toward me at lightning speed. “I’ve got this,” I whispered.
She smiled, looking like one of the villainesses in a Disney movie. “See? Vanessa is fine with the questions.”
I didn’t want to give her any more fuel. The more we resisted, the harder she was going to push back. I just wanted to get to the floral arrangements and the colors of the bridesmaid dresses. Enough with the family drama questions.
Twenty-Four
Isaac
I stood behind the camera, watching the rest of the interview. Chantel let up after the first commercial break. She steered things toward the wedding planning and asked Vanessa questions like how she planned on balancing running a team and planning a wedding. I rolled my eyes, the more she tried to pin Vanessa into a corner.
I knew things about that woman the rest of the world couldn’t fathom. She was stronger than she looked. She was sweet. She was kind. She had been hurt. But she was brilliant and she was driven to do the right thing. It might be what I respected about her the most.
The Warriors may have an owner who didn’t know how to run a team, but no one else in the league had an owner who cared so much about getting it right. This girl was going to set the world on fire. We just had to give her time.
The lights dimmed and Dylan and Vanessa handed their mics back to the sound assistant.
“Thanks for coming in,” Chantel quipped.
“Of course. I hope you can make it to the wedding.” Vanessa smiled before walking off the stage. She swayed over to me.
It took everything in me, not to grab her in my arms and kiss the fuck out of her. She deserved it after what she had just been through.
“You think the rest of it was ok?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby. You did great.” My chest hurt. I wanted those pillowy lips. The only way that was going to happen was if we got out of here.
Dylan was still trying to put Chantel in her place. He was pissed she was such a bitch during the interview.
I drew Vanessa away from the scene. She had already figured out they had fucked. No need to hear it again.
“I have an idea.” I looked in her blue eyes. I could see how tired she was.
“What’s that? Does it involve a hot shower and a glass of wine?”
My cock twitched. Damn. The thought of fucking her in the shower was crippling.
“It definitely could.” I kept my voice low. The production staff was buzzing around us, taking down the set. “Why don’t you come back to the ranch for the night?” I offered. “I’ll make sure there’s plenty of wine and hot water.”
She bit her lip. “Dylan too?”
“Of course. He has a room there. The bastard shows up all hours of the night. I gave him a key so he can crash his drunk ass there.”
She nodded. “Yes, please. Can we go right now? If you have wine … and you … I need it.”
I held in the groan. She needed it? I fucking needed her. I wanted to hear her cry out. I wanted to watch her as her body lost control orgasm after orgasm. I wanted to make her come on my cock. And fuck, if I didn’t want to watch Dylan make her come too. It was the hottest fucking thing watching that women take pleasure from us the way she did.
“Let me get Dylan away from Chantel before she scratches his eyes out. Did you drive or did a car bring you?” I wanted to figure out the fastest way to get all of us to the ranch.
