Bad Liar (The Reed Rivers Trilogy #1) - Lauren Rowe Page 0,85
His lips and chin are slathered in me. His dark eyes are burning with desire. At the sight of my sweaty, tear-stained face, a wicked smile spreads across his stunning face. “Good?”
“The best, ever.” I wipe at my face. “Don’t freak out I’m crying. I just lost control—”
“Georgie, it’s totally natural. Believe me, it’s the best feeling in the world for me to take you that high.”
His understanding makes me relax and smile. “Oh, God, Reed, that was so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything that good in my life.”
Reed runs his warm palms over my bare thighs, hiking my dress up even higher onto my belly. “There’s a lot more where that came from, beautiful,” he says. “When I fuck you, I’m gonna make you—”
Without warning, the door to the small room swings open, and a production assistant pokes her head in, making me jump like a cat on a hot tin roof and scramble feverishly to cover my bare breasts and thighs and crotch and—
“Oh my God!” the P.A. blurts, saying the words along with me. She turns her face away. “Caleb sent me to look for someone.”
“I think you found her,” Reed says calmly. “Wait in the hallway for a minute. I want to talk to you.”
“No, I’ll go and—”
“Wait in the hallway for my signal,” Reed commands sharply. “I want to talk to you.”
“Reed, no!” I whisper-shout. “Let her go. Please. Oh my fucking God.”
For some reason, Reed’s not freaking out like I am. In fact, he’s as cool as a cucumber. He calmly hands me my underpants, and when I snatch them from him, shooting him daggers, he says, “She’s already seen me camped between your naked legs with your pussy and tits hanging out. Pretending she didn’t see won’t make her un-see it.”
“Fuck.”
I get my undies on and pull myself together, trembling with embarrassment. Holy fuck! This is worst-case scenario for me. Getting caught with the big boss between my naked thighs with my wahoo and tits hanging out on the first day of my employment. I can’t believe I let this happen. It’s nothing short of a disaster for me.
At Reed’s signal, the young woman sheepishly re-enters the room, her head pointedly turned away. “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Rivers.”
“And Miss Ricci,” Reed supplies, making me throw my palms over my face. “You can look at me. We’re just sitting here, having a conversation.”
She slowly turns her head to look at Reed. “Uh. Caleb sent me to find Miss Ricci, and get her phone number for... him. He said Miss Ricci is, uh, coming to tonight’s after-party in his suite... as his... personal guest, and that I should, um, arrange a hotel room for Miss Ricci... at the Ritz... on the same floor as... Caleb’s room?”
To my shock, Reed flashes me a beaming smile. A triumphant, elated one, like he’s the heavy weight champ who just scored a knockout punch in a title fight. And, all of a sudden, I get why Reed called this poor girl back into the room and supplied my name and orchestrated this horrifically humiliating moment. So he could spike the ball in the middle of Caleb’s end zone.
“Change of plans,” Reed says coolly to the PA. “Tell Caleb I’ve decided Miss Ricci isn’t attending his party tonight, after all. Not as his personal guest, or in her official capacity. And she’s not joining the tour this coming week, either, or interviewing him individually. You can tell him I’ve nixed all of it for business reasons. But assure him, please, that Miss Ricci is working on a fresh, new angle for a full-band interview, which we’ll lock down next month after they’re back. This week, however, Miss Ricci will be working on a piece about me, as required by my arrangement with the head of Rock ‘n’ Roll.”
The poor woman looks like she’s going to keel over from stress. “Um,” she says. “Yeah, I really don’t think I can say all that to Caleb.”
“Sure, you can,” Reed says. “Tell him everything I just said, using my exact words. However, do not, under any circumstances, talk to anyone, including Caleb, about what you think you might have seen in this room when you first walked in. Whatever you thought you saw happening between Miss Ricci and me, you were mistaken. We were simply having a conversation.”
The girl grimaces with discomfort. “I’d never say a word about anything. Because I didn’t see anything besides two people talking. But, um, Mr.