Some Like It Charming - By Megan Bryce Page 0,31
Mr. Charm-Your-Pants-Off. Maybe she didn’t fall at the sound of his voice, but she sure as hell looked like she’d fallen in that limo.
It was even worse looking at him. He looked disheveled and she knew she’d been the one to do that to him. He’d made her lose her mind last night, the rat bastard. He’d done it on purpose.
Note to self: she was not to let his lips anywhere near hers, ever again.
Cassandra stood and looked over Mackenzie’s shoulder. “Okay, I’m better. I can walk at least. And he said he’s sending a driver to pick us up and he’ll make sure there’s chocolate. I like him. I’d like him even if he didn’t give me goosebumps and make me want to stuff my panties in his pocket.”
“Seriously. He’s just a man.” A beautiful, charming man. The most dangerous force on earth as far as Mackenzie was concerned.
Cassandra shook her head. “Not just a man. He’s the perfect mix of sex and wholesomeness. Even I would marry him and have his babies.”
“You’d give up Shane for Ethan, just like that?”
“Oh, yeah.” She pointed a finger at Mackenzie. “Let him know that, ‘kay? If it doesn’t work out with you, I’m totally available.”
“I’ll let him know.”
Cassandra looked again at the pictures, sighing. “I don’t know how you came out of that limo unspoiled. But I hope you will be before this engagement is over. And tell me all about it.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“And I’m going to want d-e-t-a-i-l-s. Like what religion he is.”
Mackenzie turned in her chair. “I am not going to sleep with Ethan. Not.”
Cassandra patted her on the shoulder, then went to stand by the window and wait for the driver. “You know what they say about that river in Egypt. It’s where unexpected babies come from.”
A little bit of Mackenzie’s breakfast came back up at the thought of being Ethan O’Connor’s baby-mama and she flipped the computer off. She didn’t need any reminders of how quickly she’d climbed onto Ethan’s lap.
Obviously she needed a few more reminders to keep Ethan at least ten feet away from her at all times.
And barring that, some reminders to keep her legs together.
Five
When Mackenzie walked into Ethan’s office, he did a double take, then laughed at himself. Even after dinner last night, the blond was catching him off guard.
“I’m not used to your hair yet.”
“I’m starting to like it. I hardly recognize myself.”
“I wish it worked on the paparazzi.”
Mackenzie said, “Yes. Wasn’t dinner last night supposed to appease them?”
“They must not have gotten the memo. I’ll send another.” He looked her over carefully. “Any problems getting out of your house?”
“Not once your driver showed up.” She crinkled her nose. “There may or may not be some photos of me climbing my fence.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and she sat down. “It wasn’t my finest moment. But your very kind driver advised me that as long as they weren’t intruding on my personal space, it was usually better to just let them take the pictures.”
Ethan grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and handed it to her. He should have realized earlier that her paleness wasn’t a symptom of her new hair color. The most seasoned star could be overcome by hordes of shouting “journalists” and their cameras.
He said, “Do I need to sue some asses? Please say yes.”
“Because that always works so well?”
“Because I feel impotent and that enrages me.”
She shook her head. “This happens to you all the time.”
He sat down. “And I’m used to it. And I know how it feels. And I’m sorry.”
She took a long drink, then looked at him thoughtfully. “A half million sorry?”
He smiled slightly. “Probably not.”
“Well, I was talking about the impotence anyway.”
He opened his mouth to remind her of last night and she said quickly, “Tell me it will be better in New York.”
“It will be better in New York. Really. Probably.”
“I don’t think you have a handle on the paparazzi like you think you do.”
“Makes me want to sue them even more.”
She laughed, her cheeks gaining back their color. He smiled at her.
He said, “Are there going to be any pictures of you flipping them off?”
“Only with my eyes.”
“It’s what I hired you for.”
Mackenzie sat back, relieved. “Mission accomplished, then. I guess I can go back home.”
“I prepaid for six weeks. I’ve got five weeks, five days of death glares left.”
She sighed loudly. “My work is never done. But where exactly will I be living for the next six