Page 67 of Tangled Up In You
Dammit.
“Hunt?”
“Okay,” I said, sitting up and rubbing at the back of my neck. I walked into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain. Shit, Corbin was too beautiful—the way the water rolled down his rippling abs and glistened on his tan skin, how it darkened his blond hair. I nearly forgot why I even went in there. “Guess I’ll take that shower after all.”
He smirked and stepped back to make room for me. “I’ll keep my hands to myself. Mostly.”
Right after I stepped inside, his arms came around my waist and he kissed down the back of my neck.
“Liar,” I said.
Corbin answered me with an adorably sexy laugh, and just like that, I didn’t think about anything other than how amazing it felt to love and be loved in return.
***
Veronica was staying in the nicest suite in the hotel, one with an oceanfront view, living area, and one and a half bathrooms—not surprising. Models were usually spoiled and demanding, and I knew this supermodel from the UK with her fucking perfect hair and body wouldn’t be any different.
And yeah. Maybe I was judging her way before I knew her, but whatever.
“Can you at leasttrynot to look like you’re going to kill her?” Corbin asked as we approached her room. “V is an amazing friend.”
“You call herV, huh?”
“Stop,” he said with a laugh. “As much as I’m kinda enjoying this jealous side of you, it’s misplaced in her.”
He knocked on the door and, not even five seconds later, it opened to reveal the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life.
I’d seen pictures of her before, but she was even more stunning in person, which was rare for the modeling world where Photoshop was a model’s best friend. She had flowing, wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and the kind of natural beauty that didn’t require hardly any makeup. Even dressed in a simple pair of shorty shorts that showcased her long, tanned legs and a pink tank top that pronounced her—probably fake—boobs, she looked like she was ready for the runway.
“Corby!” Veronica exclaimed before throwing her arms around him. “I missed you!”
She seriously called him Corby? What the hell?VandCorby.
Damn pet names.
After their hug, she welcomed us inside and closed the door. Her suite was even fancier than I assumed it’d be; very open and bright, with floor to ceiling windows to give the most spectacular views of the ocean, a large balcony that could’ve probably hosted up to fifteen or so people, a bedroom with a king sized bed, and a separate sitting room.
“V, this is Hunter,” Corbin said, placing his hand at the small of my back. “My boyfriend.”
It was one of the first times he’d ever called me that, and I inwardly melted. And then it hit me that she knew he was gay. He’d actually told someone. He had failed to mention that to me, and it made me wonder what else he hadn’t said.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” Veronica said, stepping forward to embrace me. Barefoot, she was as tall as me. She was like a super sexy Amazon warrior or something.
“You too,” I said, returning her hug.
After meeting her and seeing how she was with Corbin, the red flags that labeled her as a threat started disappearing. They weren’t completely gone, but were significantly lessened.
“We need to go,” Veronica said, lightly touching Corbin’s forearm. “A car is waiting downstairs.” Eh. The arm touching brought some of the threat back. She looked at me. “You’re joining us, right?”
“Yeah,” I answered, shoving my hands in my pockets. Awkward didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.
She grabbed her sunglasses and slipped on a pair of stiletto heels before we left her room. As we walked down the hallway, she chatted about her trip from London to Florida, and some crazy fan that had ambushed her at the airport.
Corbin told her about my freak-out on the plane, and instead of laughing at me like I’d expected, she looped her arm through mine and told me aboutherfirst plane experience where she vomited all over the seat in front of her.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, love,” she said, still holding my arm as if I was her escort. “Oh, and during my first show, another of the models loosened the heel of my stiletto, so as I was walking down the runway, it popped up and I fell face first in front of all the cameras and viewers. Well, it wasn’t proven that she loosened it, but the bitch was a jealous hag who was mad that I’d taken her spot forChanel.”
Corbin walked on my other side, so I was in the middle. Which was…also unexpected. I thought I’d be the third-wheel between them and be ignored most of the time, but Veronica talked my ear off and seemed sincerely interested in what I had to say.
