Reid - Maddie Wade Page 0,12
a thud in her chest at the endearment.
It was more than likely something he used on everyone, but she still liked how it made her feel. She moved past him to the kitchen and stole a look at the front of him and had to brace her legs from the flutter the sight gave her. His front was more impressive than his back, and his back was fucking marvellous.
Angel wings wrapped around his throat, and as her eyes moved down, she saw an eagle on his solid chest that would have the male models she worked with weeping with envy. Her perusal of his body moved lower, taking in the large roses on each carved hip bone and the panther across his eight-pack belly. But it was the v of muscle that slid into his low-slung jeans that had her drooling. She saw the muscle tense and her eyes shot up and landed on his which gave nothing away.
They stayed like that for a fraction of a second until he looked away. “You need to get moving if you want to make it to the docks and get some food in you.” He slid his shirt over his head and down his belly, blocking the delicious view.
“I can go now. I don’t eat before a shoot anyway.”
He looked up sharply as he tucked his phone in his back pocket. “Why the fuck not?” He looked angry as he prowled towards her, stopping on the other side of the large island and laying his hands on the surface so he could lean into her. Callie felt her breathing hitch at the feel of him so close. “Callie,” he called, and she felt herself start from the trance of looking at him.
“If I eat my stomach isn’t as flat, and it’s a swimwear shoot, so I need it flat.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“I never joke about my job,” she replied with a touch of fire at his tone.
“Fine, get your shit together and let’s go. We can talk in the car.”
Callie watched him stalk to the door and felt irritation prickle her skin. What the fuck was up with his moody ass? Grabbing her bag and phone along with her glasses, she dropped a kiss on Bono’s nose and followed Reid out the door.
“Ain’t you gonna feed the dog?”
Callie looked at his face and bristled at the accusing tone. “Tina, my housekeeper, will do it when she comes in.”
“Of course, she will,” he deadpanned.
Callie stopped as they reached the elevator, crossed her arms. “I’m sorry, have I done something to upset you?” She’d never believed in beating around the bush.
Reid turned to her his eyes cool. “Not a damn thing.”
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped in. “Any reason you’re being an asshole then, or is this normal behaviour for you?” Her arms were crossed over her chest, her bag hanging from the crook of her elbow.
Reid turned to her fully and leaned in close, so their faces were almost touching. “Just don’t want a little girl getting the idea in her head that I’m gonna fuck her, that’s all.”
Callie could feel his breath on her lips, smell the scent of his skin in her nose, her heart rate increased and then cold water in the form of his crass words washed over her. “I wouldn’t let you fuck me if you were the last man on earth,” she bit back.
For some reason this made the edges of his lips tip up, his eyes crinkle slightly at the edges. “Liar.”
“I am not,” she huffed haughtily and swung her face away from him to study the numbers as they descended.
“Yeah, so if I were to run my hand along the hot lips of your pussy, I wouldn’t find you wet for me?”
Callie sucked in an outraged breath as she felt her cheeks heat at his words.
Reid smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Jerk.”
The doors opened, and she and Reid walked in silence towards the exit and the car that would take her to her shoot. Instead of moving to it though, Reid grasped her elbow and pulled her towards a black Land Rover with tinted windows.
“What are you doing?” she demanded as she struggled to get away from his firm grip on her arm.
He looked at her like he was explaining things to an idiot. “I’m driving you to your shoot.”
“But my car is there.”
Reid opened the door and ushered her in the passenger side, leaning over her body to clip the seat belt in