Wardrobe Malfunction(18)
I wouldn’t have minded. “That sounds like a bad pick-up line I’ve used in the past.”
She laughs again. It’s throatier this time. Sexy. And I decide that, from now on, I want to make her laugh all the time.
“Looking at this, I just need to hem the sides a little. I’m just going to put my hand up your shirt—”
“I bet you say that to all the boys.”
“Only to the pretty ones.” She smiles, glancing up at me through her lashes.
God, I want to fuck her so bad.
She slips her hand under the shirt. Her hand is cool against my heated skin. I suck in a breath.
“Sorry. Are my hands cold? I should’ve warmed them up first.”
Down my pants? Of course you can, sweetheart. “No, they’re fine. You’re fine.”
I grit my teeth and stare over her head at the wall. I force myself to think about my mother and my grandma, basically anything but the feel of her touching me.
In no time, she’s done and moving over to the other side of the shirt. Her hand brushes over my abdomen. She stills. “Sorry,” she says, her cheeks turning pink.
“Don’t be. So far, you’ve nailed me in the balls, seen me in only my boxer shorts, and made a cock warmer for me. What difference is a little ab-groping going to make?”
She shakes her head, laughing. “And people say I’m odd.”
“I prefer the term unconventional.”
Her eyes flash up to mine, surprise filling them.
“What?” I ask her.
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, her eyes clearing. “Okay, you’re done.” She steps back. “I just need to measure up the vest and jacket. I can size the rest from those. You need me to help you take that off?”
I don’t, but I just want her close again. “Sure.”
She steps up and starts to undo the buttons.
“I meant to thank you for keeping what happened to yourself,” I say.
She glances up at me, a coy look in her eyes, as she continues undoing the buttons. “How do you know I didn’t tell anyone?”
“Because I haven’t read about it today.”
“Well, I wasn’t exactly about to broadcast that I nailed Vaughn West in the balls.”
“You nailed me, huh?” I grin, and she blushes.
I like making her blush.
“You know what I mean,” she chastises gently.
“Yeah, well, I appreciate you not saying anything. You’d be surprised by what people are willing to tell to earn a fast buck. You could have made yourself ten grand with that story.”
“Ten grand? Shit, is it too late to change my mind?” She gives me a teasing grin. Then, her expression changes. “It sucks that you can’t trust people though.”
“Yeah, but I think that’s the same for most. I trust my family, Alex, and Jack, who’s my manager. And…right now, I trust you.”
Her eyes soften on me.
I want to kiss her so fucking bad in this moment. I can’t remember wanting to kiss a woman more.
“Well, just not with sharp instruments,” I add to pull us out of this moment.
“I didn’t stab you just now, did I?”
She pushes the shirt off my shoulders. I slip my arms out of it.
No, but I wish I could stick you with something long and hard.
I watch her walk to the table and pick up a vest.
“No, but the night’s still young,” I tease her with her earlier words.
She walks back over to me and hands me the vest. I slip it on.
I like this. I like getting along with her about as much as I like arguing with her.
The sick part of me wants to piss her off again though. I have visions of having angry sex with her. I bet angry sex with Pins would blow my mind.
She fits up the vest and then the jacket, and I stand there like a good boy while she does.
“There. All done.” She walks around behind me and slips the jacket off my shoulders.
I find I’m disappointed that we’re finished.
I’m just about to offer her a drink when my cell starts to ring. I walk over to get it and see it’s Brandon calling.
The guy is an amazing director, but fuck, he’s a needy bastard. Every I has to be dotted and every T crossed. I like things to be thorough, but he’s a step above me.
We spent all afternoon running lines for tomorrow. And, honestly, I’m tired. I just want to sleep, so I can be ready for filming tomorrow.
And I want to have a drink with Pins.
And not fuck her.
Or maybe fuck her.
“Hey, Brandon,” I answer.
“Vaughn, have you got a few minutes? I just need to go over some stuff for tomorrow.”
I hold back a sigh. “Sure, just hang on a minute.” I cover the phone with my hand and turn to Pins.
She already has the stuff packed up and in her hands, ready to go.
Can’t say I’m not disappointed.
“Sorry, it’s Brandon. I have to take this.”
“It’s fine. We’re done anyway.”
She’s heading for the door. I follow her.
She stops by the door and turns to me. “Thanks for letting me come here to finish up.”
“No problem. And, hey, you got through it without maiming me.” I grin.