Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Tell me about your boss. Why the job was crazy.”
She sighed. “I worked eighty-hour weeks, and whatever I produced was never good enough. I had no life outside of my job, which would’ve been fine, because I actually loved the work when I started, but I came to hate it.”
“Why?”
She sighed and shook her head. “Hollywood is nuts. It was a toxic work environment, for sure. Everything is done by committee, and there are too many fingers in the pie. There are producers, directors, managers, actors, designers, and you get completely different directions from each of them. They ask for something, but they don’t really know what they want, so they’re never happy with what you deliver. And my boss always made me feel like it was my fault.”
I tightened my hold around her. I wanted names. Anyone who made my mate feel bad needed a talking to. “Sounds like hell.”
She nodded. “Yeah. So I quit. I just walked off–which isn’t like me at all. And that’s how I ended up in Montana.”
“Working for Chapman. How’d you get that job?”
“Um…”
Was she holding her breath?
“My sister actually hooked me up with it. God knows how she knew Chapman. She’s the type who meets people and makes connections everywhere she goes.”
I smiled. “She sounds fun.”
For some reason, Lyssa didn’t respond. Her scent went a little sour.
“Not nearly as fun as you, though,” I said, trying to fix whatever I’d done wrong.
She let out a wry laugh and glanced down. “I’m not the fun one.”
“What?” I picked her up by the waist and resettled her on my lap, so she was straddling and facing me.
She examined my collarbone.
“You think you’re not fun?”
She shrugged. “Not compared to my sister.”
I chuckled. “Believe me, Lyssa baby. You’re fun. I’ve had more fun with you in the last two days than I have in all of my life.”
That wrenched a smile out of her, and her dark gaze flicked up to mine. “Yeah, me too.”
“So, did you tell your boss to shove it? What did he have to say?”
“He’s been hired to do the effects on a new movie and wants me on board. I told him no. He said I should think about it and offered me three times what I was making before.”
My heart stopped for a moment. Yeah, I was fucking proud of her to be wanted this much, but I wanted her more. My mate might leave the state.
“Wow. Are you considering it?” I tried to keep my voice neutral. I wanted to throw out, what about your job at the ranch, but I stopped myself. That job was already over. Chapman would most likely be dead, and she would be moving here.
Except now she had this great job offer…
Fuck. I didn’t want her to move back to L.A. But a good boyfriend would support her career choice. A good mate would kill or die to make sure she was happy. Which meant I might need to find a job in Hollywood. Maybe stunting, since I was nearly indestructible.
She only hesitated for a moment. “Not really. Good money doesn’t change a terrible work environment.”
I let out the breath I was holding. “Good. Because you’re gonna be pretty tied up here for the foreseeable future.” I nibbled on her neck. “Or handcuffed at least.”
“Mmm, am I?” Her voice had a sultry sound to it that went straight to my dick.
That was my cue. It was officially nap time. Or at least time for us to be horizontal and naked again.
I picked her back up and headed to the bedroom.
24
EMMA
I dreamed about Johnny. He was fighting someone for me–Stan, I thought. But then I called his name, and he stopped and turned around and went down on one knee in a golden field and asked me to marry him.
I woke from the blissful nap to the sensation of his hard body wrapped around mine.
“You’re awake.”
I blinked my eyes open then looked over my shoulder. I found him leaning up on one elbow, studying me. The room was dark except for moonlight streaming through the windows–how long had we slept? The whole afternoon, it seemed.
I laughed, embarrassed. “Were you watching me sleep?”
“Just marveling.”
“At what?”
“At how fucking beautiful you are.” As if on cue, his dick twitched against my ass, ready for more, even though we’d made love before our nap. He was insatiable. So was I.
“All this praise is going to go to my head.” I took his hand from my waist and pulled it up to cover my breast, giving him the green light for more sexy times.
“I want it to go to your head.” He gently eased me to my back, then rolled on top of me. “And your pussy.” He flicked his brows suggestively.
I couldn’t help but laugh or roll my hips up to meet his. “Oh, pretty much everything you do and say goes to my pussy,” I admitted. “You turn me on just by existing.”