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“Glad you approve.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I have a long list of gripes.”
I laugh and shake my head. I love that about Daria. She isn’t afraid to bust my balls. While she tries to convince me to do a few more interviews or appearances by going through the list of events I’ve been invited to, I walk around behind Scarlett and lean down to kiss her neck. She smells all girly. Her hair is some sweet floral scent and she has this peach lotion that she’s always putting on her hands. I’m never going to be able to see a peach again and not think of Scarlett.
“Earth to Leo,” Daria chirps.
“Sorry, Daria. I don’t have time for any of those right now.”
“An hour tops. Make an appearance, take a photo, bring a date,” she says the last thing pointedly.
“I’ll think about it.”
“I’m sending over my top five. Pick one. And if you need a date, Tiffany Ryan wouldloooovefor you to finally take her up on a joint appearance.”
I grumble, which makes her laugh.
“Honestly, you’re the only player I manage who isn’t jumping to go to all the A-list events. Enjoy your youth.”
I nip at Scarlett’s neck. “I will. Promise.” Just not the way she has in mind. Who needs A-list events or Tiffany when I have my dream girl right here?
I drop the phone and hurdle over the back of the couch, bouncing onto the cushion beside Scarlett.
“Those are good.”
She tries to hide the screen with both hands. “Don’t look. I’m not finished.”
“Come on, let me see.” I give her puppy dog eyes until she relents.
It’s a picture of a couple embracing outside near a lake. She clicks through several more, all of the same couple. Some are posed, others aren’t. They’re all really good, as far as I can tell.
“This one is my favorite.” She stops on one where they’re smiling at one another.
“What kind of photographer do you want to be?”
She shuts her laptop and turns to face me. “The really good kind.”
I pull her legs onto my lap. “You know what I mean. Do you want to take pictures of buildings, nature, weddings, events,sports?”
She laughs lightly. “I’m not sure yet. I think events would be fun. I like the idea of capturing candids of people out with friends and family, having a good time, living their best lives. Like those A-list events your agent is trying to get you to attend.”
“You heard that, huh?”
“She talks awfully loud.”
“I’ll tell her you said so.”
Her eyes widen. “Don’t you dare, Leo Lohan. She’s already trying to pawn you off on other women. I need her on my side.”
“Uh-oh. Both names.” I lean back, taking her with me, so she’s lying on top of me. “I must be in trouble.”
She hums, then threads her fingers through my hair. I take her mouth and palm her ass—a cheek in each hand. I never considered myself much of an ass man, but Scarlett’s is perfect.
“I’m not interested in other women.” I bring my hands up so I can slide them under her shirt. Her skin is warm, but she shivers as my fingertips run along her spine. I get her shirt off and jeans unbuttoned before my phone rings again.
I’m so hard and out of my mind for her that I have no plan to stop until Scarlett murmurs, “You should probably see who it is.”
“Don’t care.”
