Page 116 of Foreplay on Words

“I was shy, too,” he insisted.

“For me, shy was code for a loser. For you, shy was code for mysterious and quiet,” I rolled my eyes. “So, what exactly did Kelly do to you?”

He grimaced as he looked over at me. “The question is, what didn’t she do? She plastered nude baby pictures of me to my locker on the first day of high school, she used to make me get out of the car two blocks from school so people wouldn’t realize we were related, and she told my first girlfriend I had eyesight problems because I beat off too much. She convinced her that it really does make you go blind.”

“She sounds like a real keeper if she believed that,” I snickered.

“She was the only girl who would talk to me. She wasn’t the smartest.”

“Then why did you date her?”

His cheeks turned pink, and a guilty smile followed. “She had big boobs.”

“Oh, my God. Even teenage Evan was a little pervert.”

“Teenage Evan had an overactive imagination, and his sister bought him a bottle of lube for his fifteenth birthday,” he laughed. “And she gave it to me in front of my parents.”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter with that information. “What did they say?”

“My dad gave me a package of condoms, and my mom told me if I was going to ‘engage in fornication’ that she wasn’t raising any more children and I should ‘wrap it up’.”

My entire body was shaking as I tried to hold back more laughter. His family sounded amazing. He was trying not to laugh, but it wasn’t working.

“They’ll love you.” He took my hand and kissed the back of it.

“So, you’ll go?” I hedged, hoping that he was open to the possibility.

“I really, really don’t want to,” he shook his head, “but I’m not jeopardizing either of our careers because I’m afraid. Do I really have to wear leather pants?”

I laughed and climbed into his lap, grabbing his cheeks and laying one on him. “Hell yes, you do. Just don’t forget that ass is mine.”

“Never.” He put his hand on the back of my neck and brought our lips together, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I loved this man fiercely, and I was so proud of him.

“Any other questions?” Isobel asked as she finished explaining our contractual obligations.

“Just one...?” Evan asked quietly.

Kristine laughed softly from behind us. “This should be good.”

“Can we set the order of cities?”

“Dates haven’t been booked yet,” she told us, “so I’m sure we can work with the PR office on this.”

“I still think you should do Vegas. That’d be awesome,” Adrian chimed in, and I managed to keep in a snarky remark.

“Ad, we talked about this,” Isobel sighed as her lip curled toward him in annoyance. He was eating it up. He’d been staring at her cleavage for half the meeting. It might have turned my stomach if I wasn’t worried about Evan’s state of mind. “We’re starting with the release and doing a limited twenty-day tour with six cities. Anything other than that is up to Chase and Evan.”

“You people suck,” he pouted, much like the child he was. “but Vegas is awesome.”

“Can’t you put a leash on him?” Kristine sighed loudly. She and Sam were seated behind us, kicking each other in the feet and trading smartass remarks low enough that their bosses couldn’t hear them.

“I have no control of that overgrown frat boy,” Sam scoffed.

“You speak his language. Seriously. It’s painful to watch him try to be professional.”

“How do you think I feel on a daily basis?” I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Adrian’s own copy intern couldn’t stand him from the sound of it.

“Isobel needs a shock collar for him.” Biting down harder to hold in the laughter, I hoped I wouldn’t draw blood. That’d be hilarious. Maybe we needed to introduce Adrian to Grace. I was sure she’d love to employ her humiliation tactics on his overinflated ego.

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