Holding up her glass of something pink, she sashays her ass onto the dance floor, right in the middle of a bunch of chicks who look like they’re on Daddy’s dime.
Easy, baby, I think, watching her try to blend in with the type of girls who don’t let others in.
After a couple minutes, I’m eating my words. She’s blending in with the Beverlys.
“Sweet, but psycho,” Blade yells over the music. “Told you she was a closet freak.”
When she takes her button-up off and ties it around her waist, I groan at the sight of her in a tight-ass, white tank. Then, when she pulls her hair out of the top-knot, messy bun and shakes her hair out while shaking her ass, I start to get hard.
I watch her dance for three songs all while sipping on iced water and willing my cock to stay the fuck down.
When the music changes to a slow beat, I see some fucking douche walk up and ask her to dance.
“Oh damn,” Axel says behind his fist in front of his mouth. “She’s gonna be late in the morning.”
“Well, we can’t let that shit happen, can we?” I ask as I walk onto the dance floor, tap on the guy’s shoulder, and glare as I shake my head.
Fucker looks like he’s about to piss his khakis.
“You sent him away, you better dance with me, Carter!” She throws her hands in the air and closes her eyes. Then she starts singing at the top of her lungs.
“I don’t dance,” I yell over the music.
“ ‘But I feel safe here. Lay with me. The stars watch us tonight. That’s okay with me. Tell me all your secrets till the sun comes up—’ ”
“Fuck …” I groan as I step toward her.
“ ‘Place my hand by your heart tonight. Feel your heart beat as we shut our eyes.’ ” She opens her eyes and smiles a big, sloppy yet sexy as fuck smile. “ ‘Show me all your pictures of how we fell in …’ ” She stops and her eyes widen. “Oops.”
“Sweets, this isn’t keeping shit quiet.”
“I was gonna dance with that dude, but you—”
“Like fuck you were.”
“If I wanna, I will.” She shakes her head. “But I don’t wanna.”
“Good fucking thing.”
“You should definitely not kiss me right now.”
“No shit, sweets. Probably shouldn’t be sporting wood either, but you had to go and make it happen.”
“My fault, huh?”
“Well, it sure as fuck wasn’t Maze’s.”
“What about all the girls around here?”
“You think I see anyone but you, you’re wrong. Let me know when all you see is me.”
She pouts out her bottom lip. “That was so sweet.”
“No, what it is, is fucked up. You’re doing shit to me, Isabella Steel. Shit that hasn’t been done.”
“FaceTime?” She grins.
“I’m trying to be pissed at you right now.”
She smiles. “It’s difficult, huh?”
“I don’t like games.”
“And I don’t like telling the guy who did shit to my back, who shouldn’t have been forgiven yet was, that his sexy as fuck face and his big, pierced dick is all I’m interested in riding.”
“You have a filthy mouth,” I say, looking at it.
“You wanna make it filthier?”
“Fuck,” I growl as I nod.
“We can do that, too.” She licks her lips.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Eighteen
Go Time
Bella
I wake to a call and a banging head.
“Hello?”
“Time to get that ass outta bed, sweets.”
“Huh?”
“Unless you’re glued to it after last night’s activities.”
“What are you talking about?” I moan and roll onto my back.
“Beggin’ to have your ass pounded, didn’t realize I was—”
“WHAT!” I shoot up.
He laughs. “You awake now?”
“You better not have touched—”
“If my cock was in your ass, you’d feel it still, sweets. You passed out on my chest after promising every filthy deed in the book. Some not even in the book. Not yet anyway.”
“What?” I ask again.
“The sun’s up, sweets, and it’s a beautiful day to make art.”
“ ’Kay.”
“ ’Kay?”
“Uh-huh.” I yawn and start to laugh as I lie back down.
“Do I need to come wake you up, or are you good?”
“Am I good?”
“The best.”
“Wasn’t really asking—”
“Bottle of water and some Tylenol on your nightstand. Then shower. You have forty minutes.”
“Oh shit,” I gasp.
When I get to the studio, I see my guy Stanley with his camera all set and ready.
“You drink your coffee black?” I ask, handing him a cup.
“I do today.” He takes it and says, “Thanks.”
“What’s your regular?” I ask before taking a sip of mine.
“Two creams, one sugar.”
“Nothing fancy then?”
He shakes his head. “Nah.”
“Our party girl made it.” Ranger laughs.
“Girl’s a singer, too,” Axel taunts.
Maze looks back at me. “And a dancer.”
“Don’t you guys have anything else to do but harass the help?” I shake my head at them.
“We get to fuck up some lives for the next two weeks.” Axel laughs. “Two people who have the drunken delusions of happy ever afters in a city known for quickie weddings.”
“You got married in Vegas, yeah?” Ranger asks.
“Fuck you.” Axel gives him a finger.
“Get it out of your system now, boys. It’s almost show time.”
Leaving them behind, I walk over to where David stands with some of the crew. “Could I talk to you for a minute?”
He looks at me and nods.
“I helped with a fundraising event up in Syracuse, New York, an online bachelor auction of sorts. I had the idea of maybe pumping up some social media around the show. Kind of a meet-the-cast thing.”
He doesn’t say anything, so I pull out my phone, hit the app, open the folder I had stored the pictures in, and hand it to him. “I took some pictures around the city last night and could start some social media accounts or help clean theirs up. Only a couple have them and—”
“That’s already on the list of shit to do,” a voice from behind interrupts me. “When this show gets picked up, they’ll want to do that themselves.”
David looks at his daughter and nods. “Good.” Then he walks away from me.
I turn around and look up at her. “Wouldn’t hurt to start building up the—”
“Bella,” Tags interrupts me. “Got a minute?”
What the hell?
“Isn’t he yours?” I ask her.