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Authors: Michelle Betham
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hands on her.
He remembered the sick feeling he’d had in the pit of his stomach the day they’d filmed that scene, and even though Kenny and India had taken it all in their stride he still had no idea how he’d got through it. He couldn’t get her out of his head, couldn’t let a day go by when he didn’t think about how to stay close to her, how to keep her in close proximity and he couldn’t help but feel envious of Reece Brogan for having found a way to do all of that and more.
She was consuming every waking minute of his days, at night she invariably invaded his dreams, and he had two choices here. He could either get this movie done and dusted and move onto the next project, leaving India to get on with her life. Or he could do his utmost to make sure she stayed a part of his.
He looked back at the screen, at a close up of her face, Kenny Ross behind her, kissing her neck, stroking her shoulders. And that’s when Michael realised he had no choice at all. He wasn’t letting India go.
CHAPTER 8
Kenny sat on the window sill of their Hollywood hotel room, watching through the slightly open bathroom door as India stepped out of the shower, a small white towel wrapped around her tanned body. With her damp blonde hair loose around her shoulders and her skin all wet, Kenny felt more than a little hot under the collar. He knew he should look away but he couldn’t stop himself. Something about her just drew him in. Her confidence was growing by the day and she was fast turning into this amazing young woman, someone that Kenny was fascinated with. In more ways than one.
He finally decided to move away from watching her, just incase she saw him, and walked over to the window, looking out but not really taking notice of anything in particular.
It was the night of the premiere and everyone was here, including India ’s brother Terry and her friend Charley. From the second India had introduced him to Charley she’d done nothing but smile and flirt with him, despite the fact she was, apparently, very much attached to Terry. Kenny had found it a touch unsettling but it wasn’t like it was something he hadn’t come across before. He just found it hard to believe that she and India were friends. They both seemed so different. India was all blonde hair and natural beauty whilst Charley, who was undeniably one hell of a good looking girl, was someone who Kenny could only describe as slightly obvious. She wore far too much make-up and her clothes were too revealing but, if she was India ’s friend, he’d make sure he was nothing but nice to her.
Her brother was another matter, of course. Terry could only look at Kenny with something bordering on total contempt but Kenny had expected nothing else. He had a long way to go to prove his worth to India ’s big brother, and maybe it was pointless even trying. Let them all think what they wanted, what did he and India have to prove anyway? Nothing was going on.
He turned around as she walked out of the bathroom, all damp hair and unmade up face and he thought he’d never seen her look more beautiful. She was only wearing underwear too – a black bra and matching bikini briefs - a testament to how comfortable they felt with each other, yet today he felt slightly flustered as he watched her move around the room, stopping in front of the mirror to towel dry her hair.
“If Terry catches you in here ...” India said, a slight smile on her face.
Kenny smiled too, walking over to the sideboard and pouring them both a very small shot of tequila. “What’s he gonna do?”
“Hang around much longer and you might find out.”
He leant back against the sideboard, knocking back his tequila shot, putting the glass down behind him and folding his arms. “You gonna put some clothes on?”
She smiled at him. “Are you complaining?”
“Oh, absolutely not. I think you look just perfect as
He remembered the sick feeling he’d had in the pit of his stomach the day they’d filmed that scene, and even though Kenny and India had taken it all in their stride he still had no idea how he’d got through it. He couldn’t get her out of his head, couldn’t let a day go by when he didn’t think about how to stay close to her, how to keep her in close proximity and he couldn’t help but feel envious of Reece Brogan for having found a way to do all of that and more.
She was consuming every waking minute of his days, at night she invariably invaded his dreams, and he had two choices here. He could either get this movie done and dusted and move onto the next project, leaving India to get on with her life. Or he could do his utmost to make sure she stayed a part of his.
He looked back at the screen, at a close up of her face, Kenny Ross behind her, kissing her neck, stroking her shoulders. And that’s when Michael realised he had no choice at all. He wasn’t letting India go.
CHAPTER 8
Kenny sat on the window sill of their Hollywood hotel room, watching through the slightly open bathroom door as India stepped out of the shower, a small white towel wrapped around her tanned body. With her damp blonde hair loose around her shoulders and her skin all wet, Kenny felt more than a little hot under the collar. He knew he should look away but he couldn’t stop himself. Something about her just drew him in. Her confidence was growing by the day and she was fast turning into this amazing young woman, someone that Kenny was fascinated with. In more ways than one.
He finally decided to move away from watching her, just incase she saw him, and walked over to the window, looking out but not really taking notice of anything in particular.
It was the night of the premiere and everyone was here, including India ’s brother Terry and her friend Charley. From the second India had introduced him to Charley she’d done nothing but smile and flirt with him, despite the fact she was, apparently, very much attached to Terry. Kenny had found it a touch unsettling but it wasn’t like it was something he hadn’t come across before. He just found it hard to believe that she and India were friends. They both seemed so different. India was all blonde hair and natural beauty whilst Charley, who was undeniably one hell of a good looking girl, was someone who Kenny could only describe as slightly obvious. She wore far too much make-up and her clothes were too revealing but, if she was India ’s friend, he’d make sure he was nothing but nice to her.
Her brother was another matter, of course. Terry could only look at Kenny with something bordering on total contempt but Kenny had expected nothing else. He had a long way to go to prove his worth to India ’s big brother, and maybe it was pointless even trying. Let them all think what they wanted, what did he and India have to prove anyway? Nothing was going on.
He turned around as she walked out of the bathroom, all damp hair and unmade up face and he thought he’d never seen her look more beautiful. She was only wearing underwear too – a black bra and matching bikini briefs - a testament to how comfortable they felt with each other, yet today he felt slightly flustered as he watched her move around the room, stopping in front of the mirror to towel dry her hair.
“If Terry catches you in here ...” India said, a slight smile on her face.
Kenny smiled too, walking over to the sideboard and pouring them both a very small shot of tequila. “What’s he gonna do?”
“Hang around much longer and you might find out.”
He leant back against the sideboard, knocking back his tequila shot, putting the glass down behind him and folding his arms. “You gonna put some clothes on?”
She smiled at him. “Are you complaining?”
“Oh, absolutely not. I think you look just perfect as
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