“Thank fuck!” he rasped. “I’d have nothing to grope, and that would be a shame.”
“I’ve never seen you with a woman shaped like me in photos,” she replied accusingly.
“Because you’ve never seen me with a woman I wanted to fuck,” he said huskily.
“The models and actresses that you’re pictured with—”
“Friends only. I hate going to publicity events alone.”
The way he was feeling her up almost made her believe he liked his women rounded.
Julian’s hands roamed down her back, then to her hips, and finally, he grabbed her ass.
He pulled her against him so she could feel just how much she affected him.
“Julian. We can’t. Not now. The wedding starts soon.”
He growled as he let her go. “Tonight. Come with me after the wedding. Let’s get crazy together.”
Kristin knew he wanted to go out on the town after the wedding, and she was tired of being afraid. Julian Sinclair wanted to be with her, and she wanted some stolen time herself.
Take it. When will I get another chance?
“Okay. I’m yours after the wedding and dinner.”
“Be careful what you promise,” he cautioned, but Kristin recognized the pleased look on his face.
“I’m not afraid, Hotshot,” she shot back at him. He had to be on location Monday morning, and she had to be back to work.
This night was going to be hers, and she no longer wanted to waste a single minute of that time.
Julian pocketed his wallet and the keys, then politely opened the door for her.
They made their way to the wedding, Julian continuing to make her feel like the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
Kristin relaxed and relished the illusion, letting herself live out her Cinderella fantasy for as long as it lasted.
Julian couldn’t help the fact that every time some asshole turned his eyes on Kristin, he wanted to smash the guy’s face in.
He’d gotten through the wedding and the reception by hammering a few hard-liquor drinks, minus anything to dilute the effects. Then he’d stopped drinking alcohol the moment he’d gotten her into a show without being recognized, a theater where he’d spent more time concentrating on the beautifully entranced expression on her face in the dim light than he had on the production he’d been wanting to see for quite some time.
Thankfully, at least during the performance, he hadn’t needed to put up with men staring at her, because it was too dark to see very far.
How she’d ever gotten the idea that she was anything but stunningly beautiful was beyond Julian’s comprehension. Her flame-red hair drew a man’s eyes first, then her shapely body kept those eyes all over her. Every bastard who looked at her was probably wondering what it would be like to see her come, just like he did. Julian couldn’t imagine how they couldn’t be, since he was so obsessed with that fantasy himself.
Maybe she downplayed her looks in Amesport, but with her curly locks unbound and flowing down her back, there was no way a guy wasn’t going to look and then check her out a second time. And a third. Julian knew he couldn’t resist her, and fuck knew he’d tried.
Granted, it hadn’t been her physical appearance that had first grabbed his attention. It had been the unimpressed, funny, and teasing disregard she’d shown him from the very start. She hadn’t been the least bit interested in the fact that he was a superstar, or that he was a billionaire Sinclair.
She’d immediately pegged him as a conceited, self-centered prick. And she may have been partially right. After that, he hadn’t been able to resist poking at her temper simply because she actually got irritated with him. It had been a novel experience.
Now, he was well and truly screwed. He actually admired her, liked her, and that was a pretty uncommon experience for him. That had started his obsession with Kristin, and the more he got to know her, the more he wanted her.
“Where are we going?” Kristin asked from beside him in his hired vehicle. They were both sitting up front, and he’d already taken precautions so she wouldn’t get nauseated.
“Since you didn’t decide what you wanted to do, I made some executive decisions for you. Hope you’re not afraid of heights.” Her motion sickness had precluded a few of the thrill rides, and his lack of desire to see her in any really dangerous situations by herself had crossed out a few more possibilities.
Zip-lining? Too dangerous, and her possibility of getting sick was still too high.
Jumping off a building suspended by only a cable? Oh, hell no. Just fucking . . . no!