Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,217

yours, too.” His voice sent a tingle through my chest and my cheeks burned even more than earlier.

“Wha—what?” I stuttered.

“Blue eyes, dark hair.” His eyes trailed from my face to my torso and down my legs, burning me and branding me as they moved. “Long legs…yeah, I’m definitely a fan.”

Jill shot me another dirty look as my cheeks flamed. I wasn’t sure if she was shooting me dirty looks because he was flirting with me and she wanted it to be her or because she was trying to interview him and he was ignoring her.

“Are you with the media, too?” he asked me.

Was he asking me because he planned to kick me out if I wasn’t? I shook my head, suddenly too dumbstruck and mortified to form actual words. Is love at first sight possible? Because I was pretty sure it was love.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Who was I kidding? I’d been in love with this man for ten years. He was my teenage fantasy come to life right there in the flesh in front of me. And he was talking to me—like his mouth was forming actual words that he wanted me to hear.

Oh, shit. He was talking to me…as in, I was supposed to respond.

“Reese,” I managed to say.

“Like the peanut butter cups?”

I nodded.

“You know what they say about peanut butter cups, don’t you?”

I shook my head.

He grinned, and my heart nearly beat out of my chest. “Sweet on the outside and creamy on the inside.”

My face continued to burn like the fucking moron I am, but words—and my brain—failed me.

“Mm. Isn’t their slogan something about how there’s no wrong way to eat a Reese’s?”

I usually have ten sarcastic comments at the ready for cheesy lines about my name, but somehow coming from Mark Ashton, they didn’t seem so cheesy.

I stood in stunned silence that this rock god was even looking at me, let alone paying attention to me and flirting with me. He kept firing lines at me, but he didn’t need to. He didn’t have to say a word to me—he could’ve just shot me one smoldering glance, and I would’ve dropped my panties for him.

He lifted the amber liquid to his lips, and my wide eyes followed the path of the glass.

Something came over me in that moment—something that told me this was my chance. I couldn’t think of a time I’d wanted something more than I wanted Mark Ashton right then, that night. I wanted an invitation to his place. I wanted to be the woman he brought home with him. I didn’t know how these things worked, though. I saw him with a different woman in every gossip magazine I’d ever picked up, but I wasn’t sure if he approached the women before he brought them home or if they asked.

All I knew was that I couldn’t leave this dressing room backstage at Mandalay Bay with regrets.

So whatever it was that came over me, I went with it.

“I’d love to find somewhere private to let you find out for yourself.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and I had a feeling I’d snared his attention. I was proud of myself. This was so far out of my comfort zone that my good sense was practically in another country, but I’d do it for Mark. This was my one shot.

“You want to come back to my place?”

Fuck yes! I almost said that out loud, but I managed to stop myself.

Are you kidding me? An invitation to Mark fucking Ashton’s house?

I drew in a deep breath, determined not to come off like a total fool. He wanted me to go to his place. That could mean only one thing, and there was no way in hell I was going to deny myself that chance—even if he was basing his invitation on nothing more than me asking. And a physical attraction…but what one-night stand didn’t start because of an instant attraction? “I’d love to.”

“Can I just ask you a few questions, first?” Jill asked him, saving a special glare for me.

He finally pulled his eyes away from me to focus on my friend. “Right. Sure.”

She fired away, and he answered. It all seemed very professional except for the way his eyes kept edging over to me.

“Just one more question,” she finally said, and he nodded for her to continue. “What do you look for in a woman?”

He cleared his throat and ran his eyes slowly from my eyes down to my legs. Heat seared me with every