sought out her beautiful face and my heart sped as I took in her radiant smile. She was chatting with a woman while signing something for her. A line had formed at their booth. There was no way we were getting close right now. It didn’t matter though , I was happy to step back and simply drink her in.
“Who’s the smokin’ blonde?”
I let my eyes briefly stray from Avery. “That would be Laura James. She writes Romantic Suspense.”
“Hot.” Was all Cole said as he watched Laura.
Avery’s gaze lifted from the crowd in front of her, her eyes scanning until she found mine, her smile held a promise as she flashed it at me.
Cole and I milled around until Avery and Laura closed down their booth and headed for the smaller quieter room where Avery and Laura both would be doing short readings from their books.
Avery took the stage first. With her ‘knock you off your feet’ smile firmly in place as she sat on the stool in the center of the small stage.
“Hi ,” she said excitedly and the crowd greeted her with applause and some whistles. I wasn’t at all surprised to see that Cole and I weren’t the only men in the crowd. Books cross gender, sexual orientation, racial, and status lines. They lay a story out and carry the reader away to new places where they decide what the story means to them. I didn’t doubt the fact that Avery, being fucking drop dead gorgeous also added interest for the men in the audience.
“I tossed around what to share with you all today,” she continued, “and from which book I would choose.” Her gaze locked on me. “I decided on a little shower scene between Stone and Addy.”
The room erupted, the crowd liked the idea. Avery cleared her throat and her eyes fell to the open pages before her.
My heart pounded. I either wanted to slap the smug son of a bitch or pull him closer. “Asshole,” I growled and stomped into the bathroom. I was going to wash the intoxicating scent of him off of my skin.
Steam filled the room and the water burned in that all too good sort of way. I heard the bathroom door creak and my jaw clenched.
“I swear to God, Stone, get the fuck out.”
The glass door slid hard , bouncing against the metal frame, I flinched, expecting it to shatter and litter the floor in tiny skin piercing diamonds. Stone’s naked form stood there like a very hard erect statue. He sniffed the air and stepped into the shower yanking the door closed, and trapping me between tile, glass and the stone of his body.
“Feeling feisty this morning , Addy?” He asked, taking a step closer to me.
Heat pooled in places that only heated my anger . What the hell was wrong with me… right, I fucking loved him. It was the most dangerous thing I had ever done.
“ I’m pissed, Stone.”
He chuckled. Grabbing my hips , he lifted me and pressed me to the warm tile. His fangs dropped and a lust filled smile twisted his sinfully kissable lips.
“Then let me make it up to you. Don’t be angry that I love you too damn much to risk anything ever taking you from me. You. Are. Mine.”
Avery lifted her gaze from the words to find mine. A sly twist of her lips had the crowd groaning then clapping. A few people begged for her to read more.
She laughed . “I can’t,” she said coyly. “It gets a little x-rated from there.” She slipped from the stool and moved from the stage. She took her seat with the other authors who were waiting for their turn at reading some of their work, but kept her eyes on me.
“I get it now ,” Cole muttered.
“Get what?” I asked.
“Why you do what you do.” He grinned. “Sexy ass woman, reading and writing about sex that you want to turn into movies.”
I shook my head and turned to look at him. “You make it sound like I produce porn .”
He was still grinning . “I bet if you followed the book without changing anything it would be porn.” His grin grew. “The kind of porn that women would love because it actually has a plot.”
I
The Secret Passion of Simon Blackwell