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Tilting her head, she gave him a curious look. "Want to go and find them and beat them up?"
"Something like that." It took great effort for him to rein in his temper. Her hair was clinging to the moisture on her forehead, and she looked so appealing that he wanted to kiss her. "Want some water?"
"No." She shook her head. "Stay."
His heart jumped at her request.
"As in—"
"Get into bed."
He did not have to be asked twice. She made space for him, and he slid between the sheets and reached for her. With a sigh, she curled into his arms. "Thanks."
"No problem." His hand wandered up and down her back. "Do you get them often?"
"Every now and then. It used to be worse, but I did therapy, and it somehow got better. I was rude downstairs."
"Aren't you always that way?"
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." She smiled into his chest. "I don't like to talk about it."
"Then don't."
"Thanks," she said again. "For an international model with daddy issues, you are not so bad."
"You think I have daddy issues?"
"Don't you?" She lifted her head to look at him, and somehow it did not feel strange to be in bed with a man whose pictures were on billboards all over the world. His honey blonde hair was a tangled mess, and his green eyes looked sleepy. She wondered what his fans would think if they saw him now.
"Perhaps. No more than you."
"I have parents’ issues," she corrected him. "I win."
"Oh, so it's a competition?" he asked with lifted brows.
"You can say that. Like I said before, you are not all the way bad. You are sensitive."
"Please keep it to yourself. I would not like to destroy my tough guy reputation."
Her eyebrows arched. "Tough guy? You are a model."
"Which says what exactly? I cannot be tough?"
"You strut on stage—"
"I do not strut. I am decidedly graceful, like a gazelle."
She gave him a quizzical look. "As I was saying, you strut on stage and when you are not doing that, you pose to have your pic taken. Nothing tough about that."
He gave her a wounded look. "I would have you know that modeling is not a walk in the park."
"That's exactly what it is—a walk. Nothing hard about slapping on some makeup and enhancing the package. How many of those stick figures have you banged?"
"What?" he gave her a startled look.
"Those fellow models who exist on nicotine and caffeine. How many have you banged?"
"I- we are not discussing that."
