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I shook the cup slightly, allowing the scent of the coffee to waft under her nose.
With a roll of her eyes, she snatched the cup from me. “For goodness sake, stop doing that.” She sipped the hot liquid.
Satisfied I’d tamed the beast, I perused the photographs scattered across the amazing computerized table she was leaning against. “These look awesome.”
“Yes, youwouldsay so.”
I frowned at her. “Excuse me?”
“Well, these are the outtakes. Though, I suppose, to your untrained eye, they would look like the money shots.” Linda toyed with her coffee cup. “Of course, it could also have something to do with the subject matter… and how you might feel about him.”
What was she talking about?
Linda rested one hand on her slender hip. “Is there something going on between you and Lord Huntington?”
I gulped. “Why would you think that?”
“The bloke rescued you. The man is so self-involved, the only explanation I can think of as to why he would do such a thing is because you’ve slept together.”
Her assumption riled me. How dare she invent gossip. “Are you kidding me? Jesus, Linda. I’m here to do a job, not to hook up with random people. I also happen to have an amazing man back home, as I told you yesterday. So stop making shit up.”
Linda sighed. “I apologize. I guess I saw something that wasn’t there. If you haven’t slept with him, then I find his behavior bizarrely out of character. I’ve known this man for quite some time, and he’s never helped anyone before. Not unless he had an ulterior motive, anyhow.”
The man in question chose the moment to stroll in. We looked one another up and down. He was every bit the preppy guy in his classic white tee, cream chinos, and dark sports jacket.
“Were your ears burning?” I teased.
Aside from the hard stare he shot me, he virtually ignored me. “Linda, good morning. What have we got planned for today?”
“Location shoot in Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park.” Linda shot a look my way. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to drive this time, Sienna. You can catch a ride with Augustus.”
I balked.
“Excuse me?” Augustus raised his eyebrows.
“We want some shots of you with your beautiful, old Austin-Healey. Kai and I both think it will look fabulous in the shots. We even got special permission to get it into the Gardens. Can you imagine how good it will look against the backdrop of the autumn leaves?” Linda packed her two-in-one tablet slash laptop into a laptop bag. “I’m going to send some images over to the art department, then I’m hitching with Kai. I’ll see you both in the Italian gardens in an hour. Don’t be late and try not to have another accident.”
Linda’s heels were loud against the white tile floor as she exited the studio.
I felt Augustus’ hard gaze on me and fought the urge to lower my line of sight. Instead, I set my jaw and stared back at him. “What’s an Austin-Healey?”
“My Austin-Healey 3000 is a classic British car with a convertible top. Mine’s silver. It drives like a dream and looks and feels expensive. It gets a lot of attention.”
“You love attention, don’t you?”
Augustus’ signature mischievous smile spread across his face. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Emphasis on the fucking.” I bit my bottom lip. I found Augustus delicious and fun and took a step toward him.“It’s a pity you can’t experience fucking me, given you have a boyfriend and all.” Augustus leaned in so close we could touch one another if we were so inclined. “Perhaps he could join us when he comes to visit you.”
A threesome?My body trembled at the idea as did my breath. But I stood stock-still and balled my hands into fists at my side. Maybe if I showed no reaction, I could disguise the things he was making me feel.
“You’re trying so hard not to be turned on, but I see right through you, hotness.”
“We need to get going. If we’re late again, Linda will go ballistic. This is my dream job, Aug. I can’t screw it up.” I brushed past him and made for the door.
Augustus marched after me. When he caught up, he whispered in my ear, “To be continued.”
As Augustus drove us through London, I made sure to press myself against the passenger side door. I didn’t want to give him any indication of my interest. So instead, I watched the city go by. Cars weren’t my jam, but even I was impressed with this Austin-Healey thing we were cruising in. It epitomized who Augustus was—sexy, intelligent, high-brow, from old wealth, upper class, but playful. Augustus was undoubtedly devilish.
We turned toward Kensington Palace, and my mouth dropped at the huge, beautiful building ahead of us. I finally spun on Augustus. “Is this where Prince William lives? What about Prince Harry? Where does he live?”
