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was out of line.”
He pattedhis friend on the back. “We’re good, Austin.”
The room fell silent, and then suddenly Mike was laughing his ass off.
Fuck, I love these guys.
And then Mike had to go and open his big mouth. “Dude, she’s fucking gorgeous. I mean, Trish is beautiful and sexy—sorry, Jarrod—but this one is like drop-dead gorgeous.”
The words left Sam’s mouth before he could stop them. “It’s her heart.” His eyes wandered over the four men staring at him like he was speaking a different language. “It’s her heart. She has a heart of gold, and this light about her that just draws you to her. That’s what makes her so stunning.”
“Oh, fuck me. You’re in love with this girl, aren’t you?” Tyler sounded so fucking amused with himself, and when Sam looked at Jarrod, he knew it wasn’t really a question—it was a fact, obvious to them all.
“Shut up, Tyler.”
I am so fucking screwed.
ASHLEE
She was absolutely certifiable. That was the only explanation as to why she let herself get carried away with Sam in front of the people she was going to be working with for the foreseeable future. How much more embarrassing could a situation get?
But when Sam’s hand was on her lower back, safety and security spread through her that she’d let her guard down. And then his lips were against her ear and she lost it… until Mike reminded them that they weren’t alone and she ran off like a little coward. But what else was she supposed to do? At least her room had a television to keep her occupied, but she was going stir-crazy not knowing what the guys thought of her.
With Jarrod, it was different because he knew things about her that would never make him think she took this job just to sleep with Sam. But the others knew nothing about her, and she hated the fact that they could think she was just another girl after the rock star. The truth was she was falling hard for the man, not the star, and she was kicking herself for choosing someone so far out of her league.
It was past eleven at night when she realized she was starving. She glanced at her shorts and tank top and decided it was going to have to do; after all, Sam was probably asleep or in the studio anyway.
She was halfway down the hallway when a side door opened and she ran straight into a six-foot-three half-naked and wet body. Her hands landed on his arms, which bulged at her touch. God, I love his arms, so big and strong. Her legs were between his, and when his hands settled around her waist, she let her body go limp. There was no doubt he was the only thing keeping her upright in that moment.
“Are you okay?” She knew he was asking her a simple question, but she couldn’t think of anything except the way her breasts would feel against his chest, how his skin burned under her fingers.
“Hmm,” she mumbled in a cloud of lust.
She traced circles on his arms, and God, she wanted to feel those arms around her.
“Ashlee, are you okay?”
When she heard her name, she managed to make her brain function enough to give him an answer. “Oh, yes… I’m fine.”
She took her time to really look at his body, from his feet to his strong thighs hidden under the towel, up to his broad, muscular chest, and back down to that little trail that went lower to what she could only guess would be a more than satisfying package.
“Enjoying the view, Miss Daniels?”
His voice made her blush, but she found the courage to look at him. She smiled when she saw how amused he was, and she loved that about him—the way he could make any situation feel lighter with just one look. “It’s kind of hard not to.”
“You might want to let go of my arms.” He was looking into her eyes, and she had never felt as connected to another human being as she did right then.
I should let go, should turn around and go back to my room. She should’ve done all of those things but she didn’t move, not ready to let him go just yet.
He pattedhis friend on the back. “We’re good, Austin.”
The room fell silent, and then suddenly Mike was laughing his ass off.
Fuck, I love these guys.
And then Mike had to go and open his big mouth. “Dude, she’s fucking gorgeous. I mean, Trish is beautiful and sexy—sorry, Jarrod—but this one is like drop-dead gorgeous.”
The words left Sam’s mouth before he could stop them. “It’s her heart.” His eyes wandered over the four men staring at him like he was speaking a different language. “It’s her heart. She has a heart of gold, and this light about her that just draws you to her. That’s what makes her so stunning.”
“Oh, fuck me. You’re in love with this girl, aren’t you?” Tyler sounded so fucking amused with himself, and when Sam looked at Jarrod, he knew it wasn’t really a question—it was a fact, obvious to them all.
“Shut up, Tyler.”
I am so fucking screwed.
ASHLEE
She was absolutely certifiable. That was the only explanation as to why she let herself get carried away with Sam in front of the people she was going to be working with for the foreseeable future. How much more embarrassing could a situation get?
But when Sam’s hand was on her lower back, safety and security spread through her that she’d let her guard down. And then his lips were against her ear and she lost it… until Mike reminded them that they weren’t alone and she ran off like a little coward. But what else was she supposed to do? At least her room had a television to keep her occupied, but she was going stir-crazy not knowing what the guys thought of her.
With Jarrod, it was different because he knew things about her that would never make him think she took this job just to sleep with Sam. But the others knew nothing about her, and she hated the fact that they could think she was just another girl after the rock star. The truth was she was falling hard for the man, not the star, and she was kicking herself for choosing someone so far out of her league.
It was past eleven at night when she realized she was starving. She glanced at her shorts and tank top and decided it was going to have to do; after all, Sam was probably asleep or in the studio anyway.
She was halfway down the hallway when a side door opened and she ran straight into a six-foot-three half-naked and wet body. Her hands landed on his arms, which bulged at her touch. God, I love his arms, so big and strong. Her legs were between his, and when his hands settled around her waist, she let her body go limp. There was no doubt he was the only thing keeping her upright in that moment.
“Are you okay?” She knew he was asking her a simple question, but she couldn’t think of anything except the way her breasts would feel against his chest, how his skin burned under her fingers.
“Hmm,” she mumbled in a cloud of lust.
She traced circles on his arms, and God, she wanted to feel those arms around her.
“Ashlee, are you okay?”
When she heard her name, she managed to make her brain function enough to give him an answer. “Oh, yes… I’m fine.”
She took her time to really look at his body, from his feet to his strong thighs hidden under the towel, up to his broad, muscular chest, and back down to that little trail that went lower to what she could only guess would be a more than satisfying package.
“Enjoying the view, Miss Daniels?”
His voice made her blush, but she found the courage to look at him. She smiled when she saw how amused he was, and she loved that about him—the way he could make any situation feel lighter with just one look. “It’s kind of hard not to.”
“You might want to let go of my arms.” He was looking into her eyes, and she had never felt as connected to another human being as she did right then.
I should let go, should turn around and go back to my room. She should’ve done all of those things but she didn’t move, not ready to let him go just yet.
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