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“And you’ve got lipstick on your teeth,” I said, popping a cherry tomato into mymouth.
“Shit.” She ran her tongue over her frontteeth.
“If you’re really worried about it, have some of these.” I put the bowl of cherry tomatoes in front of her. “They don’t even need to touch your lips.” I winked at her and she blushedagain.
This girl was too cute. Unfortunately she was fangirling at me bigtime.
Then again… I hadn’t fucked a groupie in a hell of a longtime.
“Hey, Jesse.” Maggie walked in. “They’re ready for your next shot. Then it’s time for your scene withKatie.”
“Who?”
“Katie.” Maggie looked from me to the girl in the robe and waved a thumb at the girl. “Your girlfriend du jour. You met her at the agent’soffice.”
I looked her over again, slowly—what I could see of her in the bathrobe. “What happened to theblonde?”
Maggie looked annoyed. “You didn’t want the blonde, remember?” I did remember. I just liked messing with Maggie. “You said she was, quote, ‘forgettable,’ as soon as we left theoffice.”
“Because I had no idea which one you chose.” It was true. I’d pretty much been writing song lyrics in my head the entire time she and Brody perused the models onoffer.
Maggie’s eyes narrowed. “I knew it.” She made a gesture toward the girl in the robe again, who was standing there like a fawn caught in the headlights of a Mack truck. “Good thing we picked someone else. Katie.Remember?”
I stared at the girl, and finally it came tome.
Girl in the wetshirt.
She’d looked different then. No makeup. Damp hair. Kind offlushed.
Unintentionallysexy.
Now she looked awkward-sexy.
Maggie made a noise of exasperation. “Don’t mind him,” she said to Katie. “He’s been in a bad mood. For like ayear.”
“I remember.” I held Katie’s gaze, ignoring Maggie. “Cherrypie.”
Her cheeks turned pink again. Damn, she wascute.
This shoot just got a hell of a lot moreinteresting.
“There’s pie?” Zane walked in, and it took all of two seconds for his gaze to find Katie. And staythere.
Great.
“Who’re you?” hedemanded.
“Um, Katie,” shesaid.
Zane, being Zane, went all the way around the very long table, took her hand, and kissed it. “Sweet to meet you, Katie. I’m Zane.” He gave her his ultra-intense, ice-blue-eyed Viking stare down; the one that generally got him any pussy hewanted.
“Cool,” Katie said. She stared at Zane, because that’s what womendid.
“Alright,” Maggie said, rounding the table and hauling Katie away. Maggie was one of the few women I’d ever met who was immune to Zane’s bullshit. “Don’t mind Zane. He’s like that witheveryone.”
Not everyone. Just women he wanted tofuck.
When the girls were gone, Zane looked over at me. He froze on the receiving end of the look I gave him. “What?”
