Vengeful Love: A Summer Love Story (contemporary romance) (Sizzling Summer Romance) by Jillian Leeson Page B
Authors: Jillian Leeson
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I’m not even going to try with this one. She’s so full of herself. Who does she think she is? Scarlett Johansson? I’m only playing the game on my terms, not anyone else’s.”
“Yeah? But I’d like to see anyone crack her. Ryan, my man, I don’t think even you can.”
“Come on, Dave, ‘course I can. I’ll have her purring like a kitten in no time. Wanna bet?”
“You’re on, bro. Fifty bucks if you can tame her.”
“It’s a bet. Not only will I get her in bed with me, but by the end of this shoot, she’ll have fallen in love with me, or I’ll owe you fifty.”
“How you gonna prove it?”
“She’s going to say the big three words.”
“I love you? Whoa, good luck, man. That’s the easiest fifty bucks I’ll ever make.”
Their ensuing laughter faded into the distance.
The whole time I had been listening intently, my fingertips white from gripping onto the door. A hot anger had been creeping through my veins until it turned into a searing rage that threatened to explode from every pore of my body. I slammed the door shut and crashed my back into it.
Ryan, the bastard! How dare he! Calling me full of myself, placing a bet at my expense, assuming I would yield to him like a smitten groupie. But I should have known—men could not be trusted and were only after one thing. Ryan had just proven that all over again.
It had taken all my willpower to stop myself from stepping outside and setting those two scumbags straight. Maybe I should have; at least it would have made me feel better. Still shaking with anger, I spun around and reached for the door handle. I’d confront him now and show him the pointy ends of my Manolos.
Or should I? Wait, I had a better idea, a much better idea…
Instead of showing him my cards, maybe I should play along with him. It was going to be hard, but I would have to flirt with him, be sweet to him, pretend I liked him, no—loved him. In the meantime, I’d never let him guess how I was laughing inside. I would let him think he’d succeeded in getting me to fall in love with him.
Then, when the smug jerk thought he’d won the bet, I would laugh right in his foolish pretty face, making him the joke of the set.
Yes, I was already looking forward to savoring the sweet taste of revenge.
“Here’s our star now! Do you feel better, darling?”
I walked straight into Becky’s open arms when I got to the set the next morning. Everything looked ready for filming, but there was no sign of Ryan.
“I feel much better, Beck. And I’ve been doing some thinking. It can’t go on like this, with me and Ryan arguing all the time. It’s unprofessional and unproductive. You’re right, it’s only a few more days before filming is finished. So I’ve decided to back off. I’ll try to be civil to him and keep my mouth shut when he tries to provoke me.”
Becky lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “That’s so good to hear, Kate. I had a word with Ryan last night, and he promised me that he’ll also do his best to avoid a fight with you. Speaking of the devil—there he is, finally.”
I wondered if he was late because he had taken his time to look his best for me. And to my annoyance, he had, successfully - he looked the epitome of male perfection. Sauntering onto the set, he wore a grin on his angular bronzed face, which was perfectly framed by his short dark hair, damp from the shower. A tight white t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted muscles, right down to his trim waist.
The tabloid photos and even his appearance on the big screen didn’t do him justice. In the flesh, Ryan McFarlane was seriously hot— searingly, scaldingly so—and he knew it; the cockiness in his deep-blue eyes gave him away.
I felt a little pang of disappointment as I realized he would have been an ideal candidate for a whirlwind fling. But I quickly pushed the ridiculous thought from my mind and concentrated on a more interesting matter: how
“Yeah? But I’d like to see anyone crack her. Ryan, my man, I don’t think even you can.”
“Come on, Dave, ‘course I can. I’ll have her purring like a kitten in no time. Wanna bet?”
“You’re on, bro. Fifty bucks if you can tame her.”
“It’s a bet. Not only will I get her in bed with me, but by the end of this shoot, she’ll have fallen in love with me, or I’ll owe you fifty.”
“How you gonna prove it?”
“She’s going to say the big three words.”
“I love you? Whoa, good luck, man. That’s the easiest fifty bucks I’ll ever make.”
Their ensuing laughter faded into the distance.
The whole time I had been listening intently, my fingertips white from gripping onto the door. A hot anger had been creeping through my veins until it turned into a searing rage that threatened to explode from every pore of my body. I slammed the door shut and crashed my back into it.
Ryan, the bastard! How dare he! Calling me full of myself, placing a bet at my expense, assuming I would yield to him like a smitten groupie. But I should have known—men could not be trusted and were only after one thing. Ryan had just proven that all over again.
It had taken all my willpower to stop myself from stepping outside and setting those two scumbags straight. Maybe I should have; at least it would have made me feel better. Still shaking with anger, I spun around and reached for the door handle. I’d confront him now and show him the pointy ends of my Manolos.
Or should I? Wait, I had a better idea, a much better idea…
Instead of showing him my cards, maybe I should play along with him. It was going to be hard, but I would have to flirt with him, be sweet to him, pretend I liked him, no—loved him. In the meantime, I’d never let him guess how I was laughing inside. I would let him think he’d succeeded in getting me to fall in love with him.
Then, when the smug jerk thought he’d won the bet, I would laugh right in his foolish pretty face, making him the joke of the set.
Yes, I was already looking forward to savoring the sweet taste of revenge.
“Here’s our star now! Do you feel better, darling?”
I walked straight into Becky’s open arms when I got to the set the next morning. Everything looked ready for filming, but there was no sign of Ryan.
“I feel much better, Beck. And I’ve been doing some thinking. It can’t go on like this, with me and Ryan arguing all the time. It’s unprofessional and unproductive. You’re right, it’s only a few more days before filming is finished. So I’ve decided to back off. I’ll try to be civil to him and keep my mouth shut when he tries to provoke me.”
Becky lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “That’s so good to hear, Kate. I had a word with Ryan last night, and he promised me that he’ll also do his best to avoid a fight with you. Speaking of the devil—there he is, finally.”
I wondered if he was late because he had taken his time to look his best for me. And to my annoyance, he had, successfully - he looked the epitome of male perfection. Sauntering onto the set, he wore a grin on his angular bronzed face, which was perfectly framed by his short dark hair, damp from the shower. A tight white t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted muscles, right down to his trim waist.
The tabloid photos and even his appearance on the big screen didn’t do him justice. In the flesh, Ryan McFarlane was seriously hot— searingly, scaldingly so—and he knew it; the cockiness in his deep-blue eyes gave him away.
I felt a little pang of disappointment as I realized he would have been an ideal candidate for a whirlwind fling. But I quickly pushed the ridiculous thought from my mind and concentrated on a more interesting matter: how
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