“I don’t think, I know,” he said firmly before going back to his phone.
“Oh my God, why didn’t you call me?” Sophia said sitting and crossing her legs, the skirt of her electric blue dress riding up her thigh.
Sophia could have been a model, she was beautiful in the way that only Mediterranean woman could be, with a sensualness that seemed bred into her bones.
“I just did.”
“We need to call A1 and have them take a look, then I need to call your publicist and make sure they have something ready in case it comes out.”
Callie stayed quiet as Sophia went off on one of her tangents. She was exhausted and hungry and would probably commit mass murder for a big greasy burger about now.
Halfway through hair and make-up, a knock at the door came, and it opened to Mitch and Liam.
“Hey, babe,” Liam greeted her, and Mitch nodded.
“Holy cow, there are more of them? Did you go to a hot guy convention without me?” Briar almost swooned.
Callie laughed, and Liam winked at Briar. The woman was a doll, mid-thirties and a true curvy girl with hips and ass, that made her jealous. She always said she’d never be a model, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun. The sad thing was, Briar didn’t see how beautiful she was and continuously got involved with assholes who didn’t appreciate what an amazingly sexy, kind woman she was.
She felt Reid bend beside her, so he was eye level with her, his scent enveloping her. “You stay in here while I go speak with Mitch and Liam. I won’t be long.”
“Yes, sir.” She saluted but regretted it when she watched his eyes flare for the briefest second with heat she felt down to her toes before he banked it and stepped outside.
“Girl, the heat between you two is melting this make-up off quicker than I can apply it,” Flynn said.
“Yeah, well, unfortunately, it isn’t going to happen.”
Flynn raised her eyebrows. “We’ll see.”
Callie wished she was right. A tumble in the sheets would probably rank as the high point of her sexual life, but then again, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to just have sex with a man like Kirk Reid. No, she had a feeling it would be more of a religious experience. One that would make her a lifetime convert, but as he’d made it perfectly clear he wasn’t going to go there, it was a moot point anyway.
Chapter Five
Three fucking hours in hair and make-up for Callie to come out looking exactly as she had that morning, which was fucking beautiful. She had on a blue robe as she moved towards the set in flip flops, with Briar and Flynn fussing behind her.
Reid knew he’d been a complete dick to her that morning, but when he’d seen her looking at him like she wanted to taste him all over, he’d been seconds away from saying screw Clay and fucking her against her kitchen island.
Scaring her in the car had been a step too far though and one he felt bad about, but he needed to keep her at a distance. She was just too damn appealing, with her gorgeous face and cute expressions and the love she showed that damn dog.
He’d been ready to throw the hair and make-up ladies out and kiss her until she was breathless when Mitch knocked on the door. He’d never been so glad to see him. When he’d bent down to speak with her and heard her tummy grumble, he’d fought the desire to go find her a burger and chips and make her eat, but it wasn’t his concern he kept reminding himself. Then she’d called him sir, and he was fighting a desire of whole different kind as he imagined her taking his dick from behind as he slowly fucked her, holding onto her hair while she called him sir.
Which was why he was in a bad mood now as he went through the list her agent had given him containing her schedule for the month. It was a wonder she wasn’t sick with a programme this demanding. She was in Paris the day after tomorrow, then back to London the same night, then after a twenty-four hour stop, she was in New York for three-days, followed by Ibiza for two days, then home for a week.
How the fuck he could keep her safe in this environment? It was a joke. That didn’t excuse the shitty excuses the owner of A1 had given him when they’d spoken an hour ago. If Reid had been able to get his hands on the jumped-up little fucker, he would’ve squeezed the life out of him for the stupid comments and lacklustre care given to Callie.
How Clay had let his sister end up with a company like that in charge of her protection was anyone’s guess and something they would be discussing as soon as he got a second.
He followed a silent Callie onto the set where he’d been stopped by a pompous ass in a suit who told him it was a closed set. The stupid prick even decided to put his hands on him to make his point.
“I suggest you take your fucking hand away before I break it.”
The growl had made Callie spin around and look at him. “Mel, it’s okay, he’s with me. He’s my…” She looked at him, trying to find the words.
“Bodyguard,” Reid supplied.
Mel looked between the two of them. “I didn’t know you had new security, Callie darling,” he said with a dismissive glare at Reid.
“Yes. Reid, this is Mel Compton, he’s my media manager. Mel, this is Reid.” She offered a forced smile as she introduced them. Callie looped her arm through Mel’s and led him toward the set. “It’s a new development.”
Her words and manner were easy only Reid saw the possessive way Mel-the-pencil-dick wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her closer. Reid clenched his fists and then forcibly relaxed and pushed the tension away. It was none of his business who touched her. The fact he wasn’t worthy to kiss her boots was irrelevant, what was relevant was that Mel had access to her like he did on set. That made him a suspect as far as he was concerned.
The next two hours were a lesson in patience Reid didn’t know he lacked. Callie had been greeted by a man named Pierce, who was tall, good looking if you liked pretty boys, and who was wearing next to nothing. When Callie had taken her robe off, he’d had to grip his phone so hard to keep from grabbing her that he heard the screen crack. She was wearing the tiniest bikini he had ever seen, with triangle top that barely covered the lush mounds of her tits. His eyes moved over her, coming to a stop on the small string tie bottoms before travelling over her muscular, toned thighs.
To say Callie was a bombshell was to sell her short, the woman was a fucking knockout, and there was no mistaking she was all woman. Every single brotherly thought he’d been valiantly trying to make his brain think went out the window.
His dick was semi-hard just looking at her in a room full of people. How in God’s name was he meant to keep his hands, and mouth for that matter, off a woman who looked like her, who was cute as fuck, and gave him back as good as she got? The answer was he couldn’t. He was in big trouble.
She walked up to him, utterly unaffected by her near nakedness, which was sexy as fuck in itself. “This may be boring for you. I’m safe on set, so if you have things to do, you can go. I should be done about noon.”
“Nope, I’m good right here. I have some calls to make and emails to go over, but I won’t be leaving you alone.”
Callie shrugged. “Okay, suit yourself.”
With that, she turned and walked away, and the back view was as phenomenal as the front, the curves of her ass on show as she swung her hips in a maddening way that made him think of fucking her doggy style again.