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Chapter Fourteen
“You can’t be serious.” Bobby muttered the words between her lips while she tried to keep her smile. A professional photographer was taking their picture, which would be on the front cover of Sports Illustrated.
Leandro had been dead set against the shoot, but when she found out from Aunt Samantha that it could be used to help boost the Greek public’s confidence in him, Bobby knew she would do whatever it took to get Leandro to agree to the shoot.
Personally, she didn’t get what was wrong with it. All the photographer wanted was for her to have her hair loose while she wore her glasses, a frilly long-sleeved shirt, and a skirt that was well below her knees. Of course, the fact that she had to sit on his lap while he was astride his bike was a littlesuggestive,but Bobby told herself it was necessary. It was Sports Illustrated, and the more copies sold meant more people in Greece would find out that Leandro Christopoulos was a changed man.
Or at least she hoped that was how it would work out...if they ever did finish the shoot. And that meant she had to convince Leandronotto beat the director into a bloody pulp.
“He’s been looking at you the wrong way,” Leandro said tightly to his one-week-old girlfriend.
“Keep smiling, Leandro,” Mick was saying.
He bared his teeth, hoping the other man would get the message. If Mick ordered him around one more time, that was it. He was going to smack him down.
But Mick did get the message and said hastily, “That’s great.” He returned his attention to Bobby, who was undeniably one of the sexiest women he had ever captured on camera. There was something so incredibly sensual about her, and the fact that she was covered up like a damn nun only made her seem sexier.
“You need to bend forward more and hold the throttle.”
“Don’t,” Leandro gritted.
Bobby ignored it. “Like this?” She held on to the throttle, bending forward, not realizing that it made the scooped neckline of her frilly blouse move lower and reveal more of her ample breasts.
But Leandro realized it, and he stiffened.
Mick forgot all about being careful, his attention zeroing in on the flesh peeking out of Bobby’s blouse. He licked his lips. “Umm, yes, but I think you should...” He moved forward like an entranced zombie.
Leandro struggled to keep an even tone as he whispered to Bobby, “I’m not wearing my glasses, so I can’t see that well. Could you check the crowd and see if any of the other club members are here?”
“Okay.” Bobby looked away and searched the crowd for Leandro’s biker friends.
Mick reached their side. He opened his mouth to speak to Bobby but a wheeze of pain escaped him instead when Leandro Christopoulos suddenly gripped his fingers and crushed them in his hands.
“I’m going to give you only one fair warning, bastard. You do not look at Bobby the wrong way after this. You do not talk to her after this. Whatever you have to say, you tell me. Because if I catch you doing anything you shouldn’t be doing to another man’s woman, it’s your balls I’m going to crush next with a fucking hammer. Do you understand me?”
“Ne,” Mick gasped out.
“I see Kellion and Helios and a few others,” Bobby was saying. She looked at Leandro and was surprised to find that it was the director he had been speaking Greek to. “You’re also Greek?”
Mick mumbled incoherently and put as much distance as he could between him and the couple the moment Leandro released him.
Leandro explained smoothly, “Everyone in the crew is Greek. The family is well known for only working with Greek media.”
“Ah.” She adjusted her position on his lap and froze when something nudged against her. Her head snapped towards him, her gaze incredulous. “Please don’t tell me you’re—-”
He said bluntly, “That’s why I wanted you to look for the others. They should take over now before I fuck you in public.”
She could tell Leandro wasn’t joking. “But I don’t think we’re even halfway done!”
Leandro glanced at the director. “Are we done, Mick? The other members of the club are already here.”
