Wardrobe Malfunction(19)
“Shocking, I know.” She flashes her gorgeous eyes at me.
“How are you getting to your hotel?”
“Alex said something about a car, but I can take a cab.”
“No, take my car. I’ll just call to sort it out.”
“It’s fine, honestly,” she starts.
I wave her off.
“Brandon, give me a few, and I’ll call you back.” I hang up with him and call my driver, who is also my bodyguard. “Aiden,” I say when he picks up, “I need you to give someone a ride back to her hotel. Her name is Pins.”
I see her roll her eyes, and it sends a thrill through me.
“Pins? Are you serious?” he says in that deep voice of his.
“No, her name is Charly.”
“Cool. Is she leaving now?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell her I’ll be in front of the hotel in five.”
“Thanks, Aiden.” I hang up. “My driver, Aiden, will be up front in five to take you home.”
“Thanks.” She smiles. “It’s really nice of you.”
“I’m a nice guy.” I lean my shoulder against the wall.
“Yeah, sometimes.”
I give her an affronted look, and she laughs.
She opens the door, and I follow her through it.
“So”—she’s backing away—“I’ll see you later.”
“Are you on set tomorrow?”
“Probably.”
“Then, I’ll probably see you tomorrow.”
She smiles, and my insides heat.
“See you, West.” She turns and starts to walk toward the elevator.
“See you, Pins.”
I see her head shake, and I laugh.
I step back inside and shut the door.
I like Pins. I really like her. She’s hot and cool and witty. And nothing like the women I usually spend time with. I should ask her to dinner…and then fuck her.
My phone starts to ring in my hand.
Jack.
Jesus Christ. Can’t a guy get a minute’s peace while he thinks about the woman he wants to fuck but is trying not to?
I answer the call, putting the phone to my ear. “Jack, can I call you back? I’ve got to call Brandon.”
“What were you doing with a woman in your hotel room?”
“What the hell?” I suspiciously glance around the room. “Have you got a spy cam in my room?”
“No, you idiot. I just spoke to Alex, and he said you were busy with someone called Charly. And I’m guessing he didn’t mean a man.”
I sigh. “She’s the wardrobe assistant on the film. She came to fit some clothes for tomorrow. For fuck’s sake, Jack. I’m not a kid. I can keep my pecker in check.” Mostly.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t hurt to remind you of it. You need to keep it zipped up while you’re making this film. You don’t need another scandal taking the attention of your career back to who you’re screwing.”
“We don’t need to have this conversation again, Jack. I’m going. I need to call Brandon back.” I hang up the phone and sigh.
Well, if that wasn’t just the motherfucking reminder that I need to stay away from Pins.
Great. Just fucking great.
Charly
I got in really early this morning to fix Vaughn’s clothes for today’s shoot. I could have done them last night after leaving his hotel, but his driver dropped me back at my hotel and insisted on carrying my things to my room for me, which was really sweet of him. After that, I couldn’t be bothered to go back to the studio. I don’t have a sewing machine here with me, so I figured I’d go to bed early and get up early.
God, I’m such a party animal. Not.
I’m all done, his clothes fitted to size, ironed, and pressed to perfection.
Right now, I’m just heading over to his trailer to take them to him.
And I have a smile on my face.
It’s a beautiful day, and I’m wearing a dress of my own design. I make my clothes when I get time. This is an oldie but a favorite. It’s a hot-pink skater dress made from jacquard fabric, and I’m wearing it with a thin silver belt around my waist that I picked up at a thrift store. On my feet are my sparkly gunmetal-gray ankle peep-toe Kurt Geiger boots that Nick bought me last Christmas. He had them shipped over from the UK, as you can’t get them here. They’re hot as hell. The man knows me well.
My hair is up in one of those messy buns that looks like you did it in a few minutes, but you actually spent half an hour pinning and perfecting it to get it like this.
I look good.
I also feel good because fitting Vaughn last night went better than I could’ve hoped. At first, I’d thought it was going to be pistols at dawn, but then, shocker, we’d started to get along. It was nice. I liked talking with him. I was kind of a little sad to leave. He’s actually quite funny. Quick-witted. I like humorous men. Especially the hot ones.
And, when he said he trusted me…it felt big. It made me feel valued…worth something.
That doesn’t happen to me often.
Today is going to be a great day; I just know it.
Reaching what I hope is Vaughn’s trailer—Ava gave me directions to it—I knock on the door and wait.