Page 167 of Hot Cops

Even though technically, she was.

“Five minutes.” It would be a miracle if she got a useable shot in that amount of time, but she didn’t trust herself alone with the asshat chef for one second longer than that.

“There’s no way we can finish in five?—”

Blake cut off Javier’s complaint. “I’ll be back here in five minutes to help you pack up your stuff.”

“But—” Javier blustered.

Blake tugged his phone out of his back pocket. “I’ll make a few calls while I wait.”

“Thanks, Blake.”

Blake walked out of the kitchen, but from the clomping of his boots, she could tell he hadn’t taken two steps into the other room before he stopped.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Javier asked. “I thought you said you weren’t seeing anyone.”

Foolishly, she had made that comment at their first meeting. She could only assume that was what had triggered open season on Chloe for the guy.

She glanced over her shoulder, certain Blake had remained within listening distance. She’d love to lie and say he was her boyfriend, simply to get the octopus off her back. But, knowing Blake, he’d find some way to make her repay him for that deceit. Probably with sex.

And with that thought, her libido reared its ugly head, assuring her it was a price it was more than willing to pay. It figured the one man who turned her into a raving sex maniac was also the one who’d broken her heart…and her trust.

Chloe simply nodded in response to Javier’s question. Maybe that would cool his engines and Blake would be none-the-wiser about her pretending he was her boyfriend.

“Yes what? Yes, you’re seeing him or yes, you aren’t seeing anyone?”

“Javier, I don’t see why my personal life has any bearing on this photo shoot. I’m here to take your picture for this calendar and that’s it. Now, if you would just put your boxers back on and pick up that whisk, I could?—”

Javier was across the room in three long strides. He grasped her shoulders tightly, tugging her against his chest. When he spoke, his voice was quiet enough that Chloe knew he understood how close Blake was as well. “You must know how much I want you, Chloe.”

“Let go of me, Javier. I’m really, reallynot interested.”

The chef paused and Chloe got the sense he was confused.

“Hasn’t anyone ever said no to you before?” she asked.

He chuckled, the sound husky and deep. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not.”

His answer—so completely cocky—made her laugh. Javier released her, joining in her mirth.

She placed her hands in her front pockets. “Wow. You really are something.”

“And yet, you’re not interested?”

She shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Not nearly as much as I am. Your boyfriend is a very lucky man.”

For the first time, Chloe could see why other women would be attracted to the chef. After all, he was rich and famous, and attractive in a tall, boyishly handsome way. He rubbed elbows with Hollywood elite as well as international royalty. And he could cook.

However, none of that was even remotely appealing to her. Her ideal man had dark hair and crystal-blue eyes with a muscular body that wouldn’t stop. He had a charming smile, wicked wit and a tattoo on his upper left arm.

She made herself stop listing attributes. She was describing Blake. Dammit.

“Our time appears to be running out. Shall we try to get in a good shot before yourassistantreturns?”

Chloe nodded, relieved when Javier tugged his boxers on—though he kept his back turned toward her—making a show of it. Then he turned on the charm for the camera, posing as if he’d walked straight off the pages ofGQ. Of all her models thus far, Javier was the most natural, knowing how to highlight his gorgeous features to perfection.

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