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water."
"Here you are, J.L.," Nick said smoothly as he handed her an ice cold bottle of water. He picked up her chair, put an arm
around her shoulders and helped her back into her seat.
She looked up at him, sending him a pleading look, but he ignored it. He flashed a smile at the woman in front of them that
had the other woman blushing.
"I hope you'll forgive me. I should have brought her a bottle of water an hour ago," he said charmingly to the woman, but
the way he maneuvered her back into her seat both impressed and irritated her. "I'm very sorry, J.L.," he said with an innocent
smile as he jammed his foot behind her chair to stop her from escaping again.
"Thank you," she said, forcing a smile as she made a show of opening her water and taking a sip.
"He's so sweet. You're so lucky to have someone like him helping you," the woman gushed and Jamie was tempted to tell
the woman that she was more than welcome to take him when he gave her a nudge.
"Thank you," she said, already guessing the reasoning behind the nudge to her side. "I don't know what I'd do without
him," she said with that forced smile even as her brain screamed for her to do something else.
Run .
"I'll be right here if you need me," Nick said, taking two steps back to lean against the wall. To anyone else it probably
sounded sweet and considerate, but she knew damn well that it was a threat.
If she tried to move so much as an inch out of her chair he'd be all over her. The message was clear, if she moved he'd
drag her right back and probably staple her butt to the chair. Knowing it was useless to argue, she pasted that smile back on her
face and forced herself to get through the rest of the signing.
For the next eight hours she put up with him shoving water at her as an excuse to remind her to keep her butt in the chair,
forced to take pictures with fans even though the whole thing made her feel uncomfortable and four denials for a bathroom
break. When she told him that she was hungry and asked for a break he handed her a stale package of crackers he'd bought out
of the vending machine in the hall.
By the end of the whole thing she was mad, exhausted, humiliated and more than done with Nick Quinn. She might be
stuck doing this because of her contract, which he reminded her of thirteen times throughout the day, but that didn't mean she
was going to be stuck with him.
"Where are you going?" he demanded as she walked past his room and headed for her own.
"We need to discuss our strategy for the interviews tomorrow," he said, gesturing towards his room, but she ignored him
and kept going.
She grabbed her room card, jammed it into the slot on her door's electronic lock and kept jamming it until Nick took it out
of her hand with a bored sigh.
"What the hell are you doing, Miss. Harris?" he asked as he opened her door and handed her back the keycard.
"First, I'm going to order the biggest steak this hotel has since you starved me," she said, sending him a narrowed eye
glare. "Then I'm going to call Rick and ask him to replace your psycho butt!" she snapped as she went to slam the door shut in
his face.
He stopped the door with his foot and hand and shoved it open. Knowing it was pointless to try and shove him out of her
room since he easily outweighed her by a hundred pounds she walked over to her bag, er purse, and dug through it.
"You signed a contract, Miss. Harris," he reminded her tightly. "You have a contractual duty to finish this tour. You can
call Rick up and complain all you want, but it won't change a damn thing."
"I already know that," she bit out distractedly as she dumped her purse over and of course more than half of her
belongings tumbled off the bed and onto the floor. "I made a promise and I intend to keep it," she said, frowning when she
didn't spot her phone among the contents on the bed. With a small groan she dropped to her knees and began searching through
the mess on the floor. She shoved aside a
"Here you are, J.L.," Nick said smoothly as he handed her an ice cold bottle of water. He picked up her chair, put an arm
around her shoulders and helped her back into her seat.
She looked up at him, sending him a pleading look, but he ignored it. He flashed a smile at the woman in front of them that
had the other woman blushing.
"I hope you'll forgive me. I should have brought her a bottle of water an hour ago," he said charmingly to the woman, but
the way he maneuvered her back into her seat both impressed and irritated her. "I'm very sorry, J.L.," he said with an innocent
smile as he jammed his foot behind her chair to stop her from escaping again.
"Thank you," she said, forcing a smile as she made a show of opening her water and taking a sip.
"He's so sweet. You're so lucky to have someone like him helping you," the woman gushed and Jamie was tempted to tell
the woman that she was more than welcome to take him when he gave her a nudge.
"Thank you," she said, already guessing the reasoning behind the nudge to her side. "I don't know what I'd do without
him," she said with that forced smile even as her brain screamed for her to do something else.
Run .
"I'll be right here if you need me," Nick said, taking two steps back to lean against the wall. To anyone else it probably
sounded sweet and considerate, but she knew damn well that it was a threat.
If she tried to move so much as an inch out of her chair he'd be all over her. The message was clear, if she moved he'd
drag her right back and probably staple her butt to the chair. Knowing it was useless to argue, she pasted that smile back on her
face and forced herself to get through the rest of the signing.
For the next eight hours she put up with him shoving water at her as an excuse to remind her to keep her butt in the chair,
forced to take pictures with fans even though the whole thing made her feel uncomfortable and four denials for a bathroom
break. When she told him that she was hungry and asked for a break he handed her a stale package of crackers he'd bought out
of the vending machine in the hall.
By the end of the whole thing she was mad, exhausted, humiliated and more than done with Nick Quinn. She might be
stuck doing this because of her contract, which he reminded her of thirteen times throughout the day, but that didn't mean she
was going to be stuck with him.
"Where are you going?" he demanded as she walked past his room and headed for her own.
"We need to discuss our strategy for the interviews tomorrow," he said, gesturing towards his room, but she ignored him
and kept going.
She grabbed her room card, jammed it into the slot on her door's electronic lock and kept jamming it until Nick took it out
of her hand with a bored sigh.
"What the hell are you doing, Miss. Harris?" he asked as he opened her door and handed her back the keycard.
"First, I'm going to order the biggest steak this hotel has since you starved me," she said, sending him a narrowed eye
glare. "Then I'm going to call Rick and ask him to replace your psycho butt!" she snapped as she went to slam the door shut in
his face.
He stopped the door with his foot and hand and shoved it open. Knowing it was pointless to try and shove him out of her
room since he easily outweighed her by a hundred pounds she walked over to her bag, er purse, and dug through it.
"You signed a contract, Miss. Harris," he reminded her tightly. "You have a contractual duty to finish this tour. You can
call Rick up and complain all you want, but it won't change a damn thing."
"I already know that," she bit out distractedly as she dumped her purse over and of course more than half of her
belongings tumbled off the bed and onto the floor. "I made a promise and I intend to keep it," she said, frowning when she
didn't spot her phone among the contents on the bed. With a small groan she dropped to her knees and began searching through
the mess on the floor. She shoved aside a
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