Reid - Maddie Wade Page 0,10
security had picked up on that
“Can I have the name of your security team and all the names of the people you’re working with currently and over the last six months?”
Callie’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t do that, there are hundreds.”
“It’s necessary.” Reid wouldn’t give an inch on this.
“Fine, I’ll have my PA handle it tomorrow, but now I really need to get to sleep. I have an early call for a shoot down by the docks first thing tomorrow, and my make-up artist is already going to have a fit seeing these bags.”
Reid had no clue what she was talking about—she was stunningly beautiful, with high cheekbones, full lips and green eyes that seemed to darken to brown in the middle. “I’ll be on set with you tomorrow and will be staying here tonight.”
“But you can’t.” She returned to looking flustered which he found cute as fuck. Sharing that probably wasn’t wise, though.
“Fine, I can call Clay have him catch a flight and handle it,” he said, taking out his phone.
“No, don’t do that,” she said, putting a hand on his arm.
The electricity shot up his arm, across his chest, and landed in a tingle down his spine, finishing at his balls. This woman was fucking dangerous, and she seemed to have no fucking clue either. Burying his reaction to her was going to be an exercise in control he’d thought wasn’t a problem for him. It seemed he may have been wrong.
“Fine, I’ll sleep on the couch. Mitch and Liam have family I believe they can stay with,” he said, giving the two men a pointed look.
Mitch’s lips twitched at the not so subtle hint to get going. Liam outright grinned.
“No need for the couch, I have a bed.” Her eyes flashed to him as she realised her mistake. “What I mean is, I have spare bedrooms. You can crash in one of them.”
Reid let his lips tip up at her discomfort and saw a sexy blush heat her cheeks. “Thanks, but I’ll take the couch, that way I’m between you and any threat.”
“Oh.”
Reid saw the fear and worry creep back over her features and regretted that he’d been the one to put it there. “Why don’t I show these two reprobates out and lock up for you.”
Callie nodded and stood, moving the cups into the kitchen which was he noted immaculate.
Reid walked Mitch and Liam to the door. “Meet me at the docks at eight, and I’ll have a key ready so you can go through the security here and try and get a lock on any CCTV from the buildings opposite.”
Mitch nodded. “This is escalating.”
“I know, and she’s in more danger than she realises.”
Liam laughed. “Which is why she has the big hunky man to protect her now.”
“Fuck off,” he said with a shake of his head as he pushed him out the door and locked up. He looked down to see, Bono, looking at him. “What you looking at?” he asked the dog who just licked his hand.
“He likes you.”
Reid looked up and saw Callie watching him. “Dog has good taste,” he said as he walked closer to the woman he’d known all of an hour and yet knew so much about from her brother.
The dog abandoned him as he walked to Callie and nuzzled her leg with his big head. “Yeah he does,” she said with a playful smile that looked good on her.
She was beautiful, he’d thought so before when he’d seen her on the front of Sports Illustrated and other magazines. She had the kind of beauty that made a person feel like she was real. She had blonde hair and a slim figure, but wasn’t a stick-thin model which he hated. Callie had tits and an ass, and he was a tits and ass man. The long wavy blonde hair that made him think of long days at the beach made her even more appealing.
He couldn’t help but wonder why Clay had never told him what she was doing. He’d never made the connection between his friend’s little sister, Callie East and the model, Calista Lundholm. He saw her stifle a yawn and looked at his watch. It was already after three, and she was exhausted.
“Get yourself off to bed, I’ll let Bono out and lock up.”
Her sleepy eyes moved to him, and his body grew hot all over, as he pictured her waking up that way. “Blankets are in the hall closet.” Callie moved toward the stairs that led to