Page 110 of Dirty Rock

“You’d better not fuck this up, Ryan,” Dicky warned.

All I could do was answer with a shrug and a smile.

Jules and I were currently in the back of a cab on the way to our hotel—The Montage, Beverly Hills.

“I don’t know why we have to waste money staying in such fancy places,” I said as we pulled in front of the hotel. The cream, stone water feature to my left caught my eye, and I watched a woman walk beside it, her white skirt barely covering the cheeks of her arse, her legs on display. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, and she hid her eyes behind thick, bug-like glasses that made her cheekbones the main feature of her face. Well, besides the obviously-injected lips she was currently pursing at anyone who would give her a second of their attention.

“Fucking Hollywood,” I sighed.

“What?”

I turned to Jules, who was naturally beautiful and relaxed today, wearing little white pumps with some khaki green cargo pants very few people could carry off. Her tight, white T-shirt made her perfect titties look edible.

“I said you’re fucking stunning.”

She smiled shyly, her eyes dropping to my lips. “Who knew so many sweet things could fall from that mouth of yours?”

“I’m full of surprises, baby.”

We got out of the car, and before we knew it, our bags were moving ahead of us, and Jules was checking us in. I didn’t think twice about walking beside her, laughing, and making jokes. One of the plus sides of falling for the publicist was that the whole world had seen us together like this a thousand and one times already. Nobody would suspect a thing unless I started pawing her in the middle of the street.Which, I’ll admit, was tempting.

We were in our room in no time, and while Jules made her way into the bathroom, I took the opportunity to go to the gigantic bed in the middle of the room and throw myself on it.

Travelling was a bitch.

I crossed my feet at the ankle, pushed my arms and hands behind my head, and I waited for Jules to come back to me.

When she did, that damn pinching chest of mine started up again. Even watching her do nothing was fucking fascinating. She was still in work mode now. Her mind was on the job and everything she had to take care of.

“Hey,” I said quietly.

She spun around from her spot by the wardrobe. “Hey.” She smiled.

“We have three days together with no one watching.”

“There’s always someone watching.”

“Not right now.” I wiggled my brows. “Think of all the things we can do in the privacy of our three-day home.”

“My imagination is running wild.” Her eyes widened as she kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist. Her hands pressed down on my chest, and I took the opportunity to take her in.

Jules quirked a brow and smirked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I saw you too damn late. Promised myself I’d make sure I saw you every day from now on.”

She blushed again. I was living for that blush. It was my favourite shade of any colour to ever exist, and against her ivory skin and dark hair, it made me want to bite her cheeks.

The two of us hadn’t exchanged the I Love Yous I’d assured her existed back at BBs.

But now, like this…

Right here, looking up at her...

“Don’t say it, Rhett,” she whispered.

“I wasn’t going to,” I breathed back.

“Good.”

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