crossing her legs, the skirt of her electric blue dress riding up her thigh.
Sophia could have been a model, she was beautiful in the way that only Mediterranean woman could be, with a sensualness that seemed bred into her bones.
“I just did.”
“We need to call A1 and have them take a look, then I need to call your publicist and make sure they have something ready in case it comes out.”
Callie stayed quiet as Sophia went off on one of her tangents. She was exhausted and hungry and would probably commit mass murder for a big greasy burger about now.
Halfway through hair and make-up, a knock at the door came, and it opened to Mitch and Liam.
“Hey, babe,” Liam greeted her, and Mitch nodded.
“Holy cow, there are more of them? Did you go to a hot guy convention without me?” Briar almost swooned.
Callie laughed, and Liam winked at Briar. The woman was a doll, mid-thirties and a true curvy girl with hips and ass, that made her jealous. She always said she’d never be a model, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun. The sad thing was, Briar didn’t see how beautiful she was and continuously got involved with assholes who didn’t appreciate what an amazingly sexy, kind woman she was.
She felt Reid bend beside her, so he was eye level with her, his scent enveloping her. “You stay in here while I go speak with Mitch and Liam. I won’t be long.”
“Yes, sir.” She saluted but regretted it when she watched his eyes flare for the briefest second with heat she felt down to her toes before he banked it and stepped outside.
“Girl, the heat between you two is melting this make-up off quicker than I can apply it,” Flynn said.
“Yeah, well, unfortunately, it isn’t going to happen.”
Flynn raised her eyebrows. “We’ll see.”
Callie wished she was right. A tumble in the sheets would probably rank as the high point of her sexual life, but then again, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to just have sex with a man like Kirk Reid. No, she had a feeling it would be more of a religious experience. One that would make her a lifetime convert, but as he’d made it perfectly clear he wasn’t going to go there, it was a moot point anyway.
Chapter Five
Three fucking hours in hair and make-up for Callie to come out looking exactly as she had that morning, which was fucking beautiful. She had on a blue robe as she moved towards the set in flip flops, with Briar and Flynn fussing behind her.
Reid knew he’d been a complete dick to her that morning, but when he’d seen her looking at him like she wanted to taste him all over, he’d been seconds away from saying screw Clay and fucking her against her kitchen island.
Scaring her in the car had been a step too far though and one he felt bad about, but he needed to keep her at a distance. She was just too damn appealing, with her gorgeous face and cute expressions and the love she showed that damn dog.
He’d been ready to throw the hair and make-up ladies out and kiss her until she was breathless when Mitch knocked on the door. He’d never been so glad to see him. When he’d bent down to speak with her and heard her tummy grumble, he’d fought the desire to go find her a burger and chips and make her eat, but it wasn’t his concern he kept reminding himself. Then she’d called him sir, and he was fighting a desire of whole different kind as he imagined her taking his dick from behind as he slowly fucked her, holding onto her hair while she called him sir.
Which was why he was in a bad mood now as he went through the list her agent had given him containing her schedule for the month. It was a wonder she wasn’t sick with a programme this demanding. She was in Paris the day after tomorrow, then back to London the same night, then after a twenty-four hour stop, she was in New York for three-days, followed by Ibiza for two days, then home for a week.
How the fuck he could keep her safe in this environment? It was a joke. That didn’t excuse the shitty excuses the owner of A1 had given him when they’d spoken an hour ago. If Reid had been able to get his hands on the jumped-up little fucker, he