No one even recognized me around town. Though admittedly, I had done my best to de-glam and fit in. Capri pants, old faded T-shirt, sneakers, and an LSU cap and sunglasses had become my wardrobe of choice. The hair extensions had been left back in L.A. along with most of my designer shoes and handbags.
“Amberly?” Cole called.
His deep, growly voice sent a shiver through my body despite the already-suffocating heat. “Yeah?” I said without turning to look at him.
“You have dirt on your ass.”
The idea that he was checking me out had me smiling as pleasure coiled in my belly. And before I could stop myself, I called back, “So? Be a gentleman and wipe it off.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment before I heard his light footsteps on the brick path.
I stopped digging and waited, knowing he was right behind me. My heart sped up as I anticipated him touching me.
But instead, his shadow shaded me as he leaned over, brushed his fingers over my cheek, and whispered, “You have a smudge here, too.”
I turned, meeting his smoldering gaze. My mouth went dry and I unconsciously licked my lips.
His gaze flickered to my mouth and I swear I stopped breathing altogether.
Holy fireballs. If he kept devouring me with his gaze, I was going to combust right then and there.
“Here.” His lips twisted into a cocky knowing smile as he handed me a white handkerchief. All of the Doucet men knew they were handsome. Cole was no exception.
I cleared my throat as I dabbed at my face, certain I was only smearing more dirt around. “Thank you.”
“Sure. But I’m still available if you want me to grab your ass,” he teased.
I sat back on my heels and smirked. “You need to work on your lines.”
He swept his gaze over me once more, lingering briefly on my lips before meeting my eyes again. “I think I’m doing okay.” Then he winked and strode back over to the other side of the yard.
Holy mother. I was no stranger to good looking men. Hollywood was ripe with them. But none were so...rugged. Or attentive. Or, damn, so real. I had half a mind to follow him and then tug him inside and straight up to my bedroom. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise. We’d been doing this dance since I first walked into his office. The attraction had been instantaneous. The spark had sizzled between us with only a glance. And when we actually touched...
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Imagining his hands on me was dangerous. Everything came alive with want and need.
“Amberly?”
“Yes?” I asked, blushing furiously when I opened my eyes to see him studying me.
“Your phone is singing again.” He jerked his head toward the house.
Sure enough, the faint sound of the brand new Adele song filtered through the open window, indicating it was my agent. Everyone else except Cole had the standard ringtone. I stood, finally brushed the dirt off my ass, and ran into the house as I called over my shoulder, “Good catch.”
The phone was on the counter, flashing Lindy’s name at me.
“Hello?” I answered, slightly out of breath from my dash into the large house.
“Finally. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning. I was ready to call in the National Guard.” Lindy’s voice was tight with what I assumed was worry, though it sounded more like irritation. “What the hell have you been doing?”
“I was with Cole—”
“Ahh, I see, it’s not what, it’s who.” She chuckled into the phone. “In that case, I can hardly blame you.”
“I wasn’t doing Cole,” I said, just as he walked in through the back door, shirtless. Holy God he was gorgeous.
He raised his eyebrows at my comment. Then he gave me his cocky grin again and half-shrugged as if to say such an arrangement could be made.
I narrowed my eyes and shook my head no while my skin heated and my body screamed yes .
“That’s too bad,” Lindy said. “Considering how hot it is down there, I figured y’all would already be half naked. And I
“Amberly?” Cole called.
His deep, growly voice sent a shiver through my body despite the already-suffocating heat. “Yeah?” I said without turning to look at him.
“You have dirt on your ass.”
The idea that he was checking me out had me smiling as pleasure coiled in my belly. And before I could stop myself, I called back, “So? Be a gentleman and wipe it off.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment before I heard his light footsteps on the brick path.
I stopped digging and waited, knowing he was right behind me. My heart sped up as I anticipated him touching me.
But instead, his shadow shaded me as he leaned over, brushed his fingers over my cheek, and whispered, “You have a smudge here, too.”
I turned, meeting his smoldering gaze. My mouth went dry and I unconsciously licked my lips.
His gaze flickered to my mouth and I swear I stopped breathing altogether.
Holy fireballs. If he kept devouring me with his gaze, I was going to combust right then and there.
“Here.” His lips twisted into a cocky knowing smile as he handed me a white handkerchief. All of the Doucet men knew they were handsome. Cole was no exception.
I cleared my throat as I dabbed at my face, certain I was only smearing more dirt around. “Thank you.”
“Sure. But I’m still available if you want me to grab your ass,” he teased.
I sat back on my heels and smirked. “You need to work on your lines.”
He swept his gaze over me once more, lingering briefly on my lips before meeting my eyes again. “I think I’m doing okay.” Then he winked and strode back over to the other side of the yard.
Holy mother. I was no stranger to good looking men. Hollywood was ripe with them. But none were so...rugged. Or attentive. Or, damn, so real. I had half a mind to follow him and then tug him inside and straight up to my bedroom. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise. We’d been doing this dance since I first walked into his office. The attraction had been instantaneous. The spark had sizzled between us with only a glance. And when we actually touched...
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Imagining his hands on me was dangerous. Everything came alive with want and need.
“Amberly?”
“Yes?” I asked, blushing furiously when I opened my eyes to see him studying me.
“Your phone is singing again.” He jerked his head toward the house.
Sure enough, the faint sound of the brand new Adele song filtered through the open window, indicating it was my agent. Everyone else except Cole had the standard ringtone. I stood, finally brushed the dirt off my ass, and ran into the house as I called over my shoulder, “Good catch.”
The phone was on the counter, flashing Lindy’s name at me.
“Hello?” I answered, slightly out of breath from my dash into the large house.
“Finally. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning. I was ready to call in the National Guard.” Lindy’s voice was tight with what I assumed was worry, though it sounded more like irritation. “What the hell have you been doing?”
“I was with Cole—”
“Ahh, I see, it’s not what, it’s who.” She chuckled into the phone. “In that case, I can hardly blame you.”
“I wasn’t doing Cole,” I said, just as he walked in through the back door, shirtless. Holy God he was gorgeous.
He raised his eyebrows at my comment. Then he gave me his cocky grin again and half-shrugged as if to say such an arrangement could be made.
I narrowed my eyes and shook my head no while my skin heated and my body screamed yes .
“That’s too bad,” Lindy said. “Considering how hot it is down there, I figured y’all would already be half naked. And I
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