Read Online Her Fictional Fling: Scandals in Scotland Contemporary Romance Series Book 1 by Jo Summers - Free Book Online
Authors: Jo Summers
Tags: sexy contemporary romance, Contemporary Romance, Scotland, wealthy hero, viking hero, movie star hero, international romance
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busy writing schedule keeping her off the dating scene. Lily probably figured Andi just needed a little push in the right direction, and the woman wasn’t totally wrong. Plus, he’d found her lucky thumb drive. Even though she saved all her manuscripts to a digital cloud she didn’t one-hundred-percent trust, the stupid pink plastic brought her comfort, and she wanted it back. She didn’t take any risks concerning her career—it was the key to providing for her mom and staying out of a life she didn’t want to go back to—and so far she’d saved all of her completed manuscripts onto the thing.
She read the email over again, three—okay, maybe ten—times, searching for clues between the lines of Colin’s words. She finally decided that he didn’t have any ulterior motive. He was perfectly forward with his intentions. They’d briefly discussed the benefits of a short-term-fling, but that still didn’t quite explain why he wanted it with her .
She thought several times about simply deleting the email. If he was any other normal guy, his arrogance alone, the nerve at his assumption she’d show up at eleven, regardless of any other plans she might have, was enough to put her off. But then she would never know why a famous actor had taken a sudden, unexplained interest in her. The only way to know for sure whether or not she could trust Colin was to agree to meet with him.
She paced back to the coffee maker, poured herself a second cup, adding ample amounts of sugar, and returned to the laptop. She wiggled her mouse to wake up the screen, and before she could think about it any further, opened a search engine in her browser.
Colin Walker, she typed, and a million hits covered her screen.
The usual celebrity stuff, mostly: links to magazine articles, images of Colin jogging, getting coffee or groceries, gracing the red carpet at various movie premieres, the same gorgeous, polished woman on his arm in most of the photos—a woman who looked like the complete opposite of Andi. Fascinating how obsessive people were when it came to the rich and famous. Andi couldn’t imagine anyone ever caring about her running errands, and she liked it that way. She had no desire to live her life under a magnifying glass.
Skimming a few of the top articles, Andi gleaned vague information about a recent breakup and some other random mumbo jumbo, none of which really interested her. She wasn’t invested in what the media had to say about Colin; she could decide for herself whether or not he was worth spending a little time with.
Andi closed the search window and checked her email one more time, refusing to spend the rest of her morning staring at photos of that damned, sexy-as-hell Viking.
She did have work to do, after all, and the producer had paid for a full week in the glorious hotel she now occupied. Plus, she had an hour and a half before she needed to meet Colin, and she wasn’t about to spend it all fussing over her looks. Might as well make use of the uninterrupted quiet, and the pretty polished laminate desk that shone, uncluttered, in sharp contrast to the messy one at home in the dining room she used as an office.
Despite her decision not to spend more valuable time snooping into Colin’s life, the urge to do so was shamefully difficult to resist, so she picked up the laptop and shoved it into her tote. After a quick shower and change of clothes, she left the room to head down to the hotel’s coffee shop for another cup, this time with real cream. She was going to need it.
When it was time to leave for the set, Andi walked to the hotel lobby and found a driver and car waiting for her. She was glad for the scenery on the drive over, and the time to think about the story she was working on. Trying to work on, anyway. She’d been able to pound out a decent chunk of words after her second and far superior cup of coffee that morning, though there was a good chance she’d end up deleting every last one of them later,
She read the email over again, three—okay, maybe ten—times, searching for clues between the lines of Colin’s words. She finally decided that he didn’t have any ulterior motive. He was perfectly forward with his intentions. They’d briefly discussed the benefits of a short-term-fling, but that still didn’t quite explain why he wanted it with her .
She thought several times about simply deleting the email. If he was any other normal guy, his arrogance alone, the nerve at his assumption she’d show up at eleven, regardless of any other plans she might have, was enough to put her off. But then she would never know why a famous actor had taken a sudden, unexplained interest in her. The only way to know for sure whether or not she could trust Colin was to agree to meet with him.
She paced back to the coffee maker, poured herself a second cup, adding ample amounts of sugar, and returned to the laptop. She wiggled her mouse to wake up the screen, and before she could think about it any further, opened a search engine in her browser.
Colin Walker, she typed, and a million hits covered her screen.
The usual celebrity stuff, mostly: links to magazine articles, images of Colin jogging, getting coffee or groceries, gracing the red carpet at various movie premieres, the same gorgeous, polished woman on his arm in most of the photos—a woman who looked like the complete opposite of Andi. Fascinating how obsessive people were when it came to the rich and famous. Andi couldn’t imagine anyone ever caring about her running errands, and she liked it that way. She had no desire to live her life under a magnifying glass.
Skimming a few of the top articles, Andi gleaned vague information about a recent breakup and some other random mumbo jumbo, none of which really interested her. She wasn’t invested in what the media had to say about Colin; she could decide for herself whether or not he was worth spending a little time with.
Andi closed the search window and checked her email one more time, refusing to spend the rest of her morning staring at photos of that damned, sexy-as-hell Viking.
She did have work to do, after all, and the producer had paid for a full week in the glorious hotel she now occupied. Plus, she had an hour and a half before she needed to meet Colin, and she wasn’t about to spend it all fussing over her looks. Might as well make use of the uninterrupted quiet, and the pretty polished laminate desk that shone, uncluttered, in sharp contrast to the messy one at home in the dining room she used as an office.
Despite her decision not to spend more valuable time snooping into Colin’s life, the urge to do so was shamefully difficult to resist, so she picked up the laptop and shoved it into her tote. After a quick shower and change of clothes, she left the room to head down to the hotel’s coffee shop for another cup, this time with real cream. She was going to need it.
When it was time to leave for the set, Andi walked to the hotel lobby and found a driver and car waiting for her. She was glad for the scenery on the drive over, and the time to think about the story she was working on. Trying to work on, anyway. She’d been able to pound out a decent chunk of words after her second and far superior cup of coffee that morning, though there was a good chance she’d end up deleting every last one of them later,
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