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solid pecs. “One-on-one. Basketball, hand-to-hand combat, boxing, the firing range. Name your poison.”
She tried to ignore the way her breasts brushed against him, the way his spicy, fresh-from-the-shower scent intoxicated her better judgment. A tiny tic along his jaw line proved he wasn’t as calm as he’d like her to think. Good. Calm was the last thing she wanted him to feel when she was so frustrated she could scream.
“Meet me in the gym in fifteen minutes.” He pulled away and walked off, only pausing long enough to toss a parting shot over his shoulders. “You might want to change as I don’t intend to go easy on you.”
The jerk. She ought to wear the bikini. It would serve him right. So what if she broke her neck while trying to run in her heels? Maybe she could use the spindly spikes as a deadly weapon and deflate that ego of his.
She watched until he disappeared up the stairs before making the climb herself.
He wanted her. She could see it in his eyes, in the way his breathing sped up when she got close.
Was it because of their enforced proximity? Or because of the forbidden nature of their attraction?
She didn’t know. All she was sure of was that she wanted Rob more than she’d ever wanted any man and she couldn’t have him. She really needed to stay away from him before she got in over her head.
But she knew she wouldn’t stay away. How could she? He’d agreed to play her in a game of one-on-one.
She smiled in anticipation of what the night might bring.
Maybe she could convince him to play K-I-S-S.
Chapter Six
“Hey, boss, you need to come see this,” one of the crew working at the computer station called to JP as he stepped into the makeshift studio.
JP rubbed his neck, cursing the ache in his bones. Growing older was hell. And he needed a smoke something fierce.
“Catching something good on film?” he asked as he slid into Rob’s leather seat. Crazy boy carted the worn chair everywhere he filmed. Said sitting in it got his juices flowing. Ask JP and he’d say that’s what a willing woman was for.
Still, he had been the one to give the chair to Rob. That had been on the day he’d convinced the film production company he currently worked for to give a prodigy kid actor a chance to direct his own production. Of course, he’d had to agree to supervise the whole damn thing, but JP had never regretted the decision.
Rob Lancaster was the son he couldn’t have thanks to a case of the mumps during his teenage years. With the ability to put a man on the moon, you’d think modern medicine would be able to prevent things like mumps and arthritis pain.
Settling back into the chair, he glanced at the screen for the first time. He’d just come in from shooting the pool scene so he expected to see footage of the bachelors still at the pool or Jane with one of the bachelors, maybe in a clutch embrace. Probably #6, Steve Jernigan or #10, Jeff Kensington as she seemed to have taken a liking to those two.
“Holy mother,” he cursed as his eyes took in the couple squaring off against one another in the foyer.
Jane’s eyes flashed green fire that matched her bathing suit to perfection. Hands on hips, she glared at Rob. Rob didn’t look too happy, either. Actually, he looked like a tortured man.
“How long has this been going on?”
“About thirty seconds after you walked through the foyer, Rob did. I think he was waiting for her. They’ve really been going at one another, but I can’t pick up on most of what they’re saying.”
JP leaned back in his chair, regarding the screen. What was Rob up to? He’d seen how the boy looked at her, but Rob was a professional and was never led around by his trousers. At least, he never had been before.
“What did she just say?”
“I think she just threatened to kick his ass.” Barely contained amusement laced the man’s words.
Yeah, JP might think it funny too if one film company after another hadn’t told him he was a has-been in the business and needed to retire. Until WOLF network came through with this reality show gig, he’d been labeled as washed up. He planned to prove every critic wrong.
JANE MILLIONAIRE’s success decided too much of his future for him to risk letting things go awry because Rob got an itch in his shorts.
“They’re going to play a game of one-on-one, Sir.”
JP’s brow shot up. Rob was going to play Jane in basketball? Didn’t he know too much rode on this show for him to be dallying with her? He’d kick the boy’s hind-end himself if he went for a K-I-S-S.
Rob’s angst-ridden gaze ran over Jane’s barely covered body. JP grinned in spite of the seriousness of the situation. He could understand Rob’s fascination. Jane was a great gal and a real looker.
