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Something lit up in JJ’s eyes, and she took two well-practised steps towards me to close the distance. Her white tailored jacket pulled her in at all the right places, but it still didn’t do a damn thing for me the way Julia’s blazers did. JJ’s was obviously designer and made to be noticed. My Jules wore hers because they were a part of who she was. Everyone else made them look like shit compared to her.

When JJ draped a hand on my shoulder, her eyes fell to her touch for a long, lingering moment before she fluttered her long lashes and unleashed bright blue eyes on me.

“But you’re the only one here I’m interested in.”

“JJ, listen—”

“An opportunity to have you all to myself with no distractions. Sounds like it’s not to be missed.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but JJ closed the gap and pressed her lips to my cheek instead.

“I’ll look forward to it, Rhett. You should, too. I’ve gotten so much better.”

And just as quickly as she came into the day, she turned around and left again, leaving me to stare at her as though she’d just been the cause of a hit, and then she got away in time to cement the run.

When reality caught back up with me, I turned back to Jules, but she shrugged me off before I could say a damn word.

“We should get going. Liv Tyler is already on her way to the studio. We need to make a good impression and get there, too. We don’t want to be late.”

“Jules…”

“Not now, Rhett.”

She took off, leaving me with no choice but to follow as another celebrity walked past me, offering me a nod of encouragement.

I nodded back, not knowing who the hell it was or even caring, but pretty sure that at some point, I may have fucked her, too.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

“I’m Rhett Ryan.”

“And I’m JJ Jones.”

“Together, we’re here to ask you, America, for your help and donations towards the Tornado Relief campaign.”

“After the devastating effects of the Quad-State Tornado, our great nation is gathering together to unite and generate aid that will fund families who have lost everything in last month’s disaster...”

“As well as helping to rebuild towns, cities, while also investing in the emergency services America relies upon during these tragic times.”

I stared into the camera lens with my hands behind my back and my legs apart. JJ Jones had both her palms resting on my shoulder, her face sombre as she read the lines on the prompter and pressed her tits against my bicep.

“Your British accent is always so fucking hot,” JJ whispered in my ear when she turned her face my way and hid behind a curtain of her blonde hair. “I think about it all the time to get myself off. The way you pronounce my name issucha turn on.”

I blinked at the camera, mute, unable to read the lines I was being fed.

“Cut!” someone called out.

The second the word was released, JJ dropped away from me, pushed her hair behind her ears and looked up at the guy in charge.

“Did we do it wrong?” she asked sweetly.

A fat guy wearing a headset and a chequered shirt came towards me, somewhat annoyed. “Hey, Rhett?” He sighed and looked down at the floor for a second before he caught my eye again. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but…”

“You sound like you’re being asked to go in for a vasectomy, Rhett!” Julia called out from the darkened sidelines. “Get it together. You can do better than this.”

Her voice made me smirk, despite knowing I was fucking this up.

“Yeah. What she said.” The fat dude in front of me smiled awkwardly. “You okay to try again?”

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