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like this, but she couldn’t help herself.
Taylor was certain he was really, really pissed off. She wondered if he was always operating at this speed, or not… And she was even more intrigued than ever; besides the fact that he was the sexiest man she’d ever been this close to, she was certain that there was a juicy story buried beneath the his public persona.
The author raised his voice even louder as he talked to whomever it was he was talking to on his phone. “But if I see them before they see me, so help me motherfucking god! I will tear there fucking limbs apart!”
Jesus.
She’d never heard him this upset before. Something was really, really wrong , she thought.
“You calm down, cause I ain’t gonna calm down until I’m good and fucking ready. I’ll calm down when I no longer have someone else threatening me, trying to dictate how I’m supposed to live my own dictate how I’m supposed to live my life, or what I’m supposed to write about in my next book. After that, then I’ll calm down. Goodbye, Jordan.”
Then there was silence. She panicked, realizing she needed to move quickly and act as though she hadn’t heard a word of his conversation. She thought it’d sound odd if she walked backwards, towards her room, so instead she headed down the winding staircase.
She gasped when she saw Colton, shirtless, wearing only his dark, expensive jeans that hugged his legs and butt like it was nobody’s business.
The billionaire author was doing speed push-ups on his glossy wooden kitchen floor. “Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one…” His phone was just off to the side of his hand. His face burned red, and every single muscle in his arms, shoulders, and back exploded through his skin as he pounded out more reps. “Sixty-two, sixty-three…”
“Everything okay?” she said meekly.
Colton stopped mid push-up. He stood up, his eyes still burning from the aftermath of his phone conversation. Then he looked at her and walked towards her. His chest and abs seemed to scream out Taylor’s name as he moved closer, but she knew she couldn’t touch them, not if she wanted to start working her way out of this mess once and for all.
Keep things simple, to the point. Tell him you want a ride home, even if he doesn’t think it’s a safe place for me to go back to right now . It’s a hell of a lot safer than being here.
He rubbed his own chin as he looked her over in the lace-trimmed sleepwear he’d left out for her. It was suddenly as if he hadn’t just been teetering on the edge of madness during his phone conversation just moments earlier. Taylor tried to cover herself up with her own hands and arms, but it was useless. “Everything’s more than okay. I’m sorry if you had to listen any of that. It’s just business.”
It was too late for her to pretend that she hadn’t been eavesdropping. “I never knew business could be that intense for a writer.”
He walked towards even further her and then reached out his hand. She felt herself freeze, only his hand went right past her body and reached out for a grey t-shirt that was drooped over an espresso upholstered linen chair. She found herself secretly biting down on the inside of her lip as he slid his tight fitting shirt of over his shoulders and arms.
“Business is business, no matter who you are or what you do. And that means that whatever comes up must come down…”
She studied his eyes as he spoke. He reached behind her again slowly, his hand brushing up against the side of her hip. “You hungry?” he asked, showcasing a red grape that he had just grabbed from behind her butt.
She wondered if this was a good time to ask about whether or not he’d had a chance to look at what she’d written so far . Let it go, Taylor. A man like him doesn’t give a shit about your chicken scratch.
“No. Not even close,” she said.
He popped the grape in his mouth, bit down on it twice and then swallowed it nearly whole.
“You need to
Taylor was certain he was really, really pissed off. She wondered if he was always operating at this speed, or not… And she was even more intrigued than ever; besides the fact that he was the sexiest man she’d ever been this close to, she was certain that there was a juicy story buried beneath the his public persona.
The author raised his voice even louder as he talked to whomever it was he was talking to on his phone. “But if I see them before they see me, so help me motherfucking god! I will tear there fucking limbs apart!”
Jesus.
She’d never heard him this upset before. Something was really, really wrong , she thought.
“You calm down, cause I ain’t gonna calm down until I’m good and fucking ready. I’ll calm down when I no longer have someone else threatening me, trying to dictate how I’m supposed to live my own dictate how I’m supposed to live my life, or what I’m supposed to write about in my next book. After that, then I’ll calm down. Goodbye, Jordan.”
Then there was silence. She panicked, realizing she needed to move quickly and act as though she hadn’t heard a word of his conversation. She thought it’d sound odd if she walked backwards, towards her room, so instead she headed down the winding staircase.
She gasped when she saw Colton, shirtless, wearing only his dark, expensive jeans that hugged his legs and butt like it was nobody’s business.
The billionaire author was doing speed push-ups on his glossy wooden kitchen floor. “Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one…” His phone was just off to the side of his hand. His face burned red, and every single muscle in his arms, shoulders, and back exploded through his skin as he pounded out more reps. “Sixty-two, sixty-three…”
“Everything okay?” she said meekly.
Colton stopped mid push-up. He stood up, his eyes still burning from the aftermath of his phone conversation. Then he looked at her and walked towards her. His chest and abs seemed to scream out Taylor’s name as he moved closer, but she knew she couldn’t touch them, not if she wanted to start working her way out of this mess once and for all.
Keep things simple, to the point. Tell him you want a ride home, even if he doesn’t think it’s a safe place for me to go back to right now . It’s a hell of a lot safer than being here.
He rubbed his own chin as he looked her over in the lace-trimmed sleepwear he’d left out for her. It was suddenly as if he hadn’t just been teetering on the edge of madness during his phone conversation just moments earlier. Taylor tried to cover herself up with her own hands and arms, but it was useless. “Everything’s more than okay. I’m sorry if you had to listen any of that. It’s just business.”
It was too late for her to pretend that she hadn’t been eavesdropping. “I never knew business could be that intense for a writer.”
He walked towards even further her and then reached out his hand. She felt herself freeze, only his hand went right past her body and reached out for a grey t-shirt that was drooped over an espresso upholstered linen chair. She found herself secretly biting down on the inside of her lip as he slid his tight fitting shirt of over his shoulders and arms.
“Business is business, no matter who you are or what you do. And that means that whatever comes up must come down…”
She studied his eyes as he spoke. He reached behind her again slowly, his hand brushing up against the side of her hip. “You hungry?” he asked, showcasing a red grape that he had just grabbed from behind her butt.
She wondered if this was a good time to ask about whether or not he’d had a chance to look at what she’d written so far . Let it go, Taylor. A man like him doesn’t give a shit about your chicken scratch.
“No. Not even close,” she said.
He popped the grape in his mouth, bit down on it twice and then swallowed it nearly whole.
“You need to
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