Page 5 of The Book Signing

He shakes his head as he guffaws at my comment, as if he is enjoying the act. After a few seconds, his eyes travel down my body, which is covered by my favorite yellow off-the-shoulder cut top with my only pair of designer jeans. Not going to lie, but I love the way they make my ass look, and I complemented everything by letting down my hair, having the waves sit around my shoulders. The only thing I don’t put too much focus on is my makeup, just enough to still make my face seem natural. I love my skin too much to hide it. Except for the eyelashes—those need extra length.

He peruses me unabashedly, and I watch him do it, enjoying the spotlight. It makes me realize how good it feels to be the object of someone’s attention again. It’s been a long time.

Then his scrutinizing eyes land on my toes. He grins and meets my annoyed gaze.

“You know, I hear it’s rumored that the color purple represents sexually frustrated.”

My jaw drops and then I look down at the bright magenta toenails.

The fucking audacity! I just loved the bold color and wanted to make sure my toes matched my new peep-toe wedges!

“Excuse me! Don’t say shit like that! And for your information, it’s magenta, you dick.” I grab my bag and get up from the couch, hurrying to move away from him.

Yet as I storm off, he yells, “It’s part of the purple family!” and proceeds to chuckle in the background.

“Gosh, what a douche,” I mutter, taking a sip of my Mocha, and immediately wrinkling my nose. “And now my coffee is cold. Just great!”

JAXON

I can’t help but smile as I watch the sassy woman walk away from me, her hips swaying from side to side. Slow motion would be better, with those tight jeans showing me a view of her glorious ass.

It was fun teasing her. She was refreshing to speak to, and that pink is my favorite color on a woman made it even better. You would think something seductive like red, or the virginal white would entice men, but nope, not for me.

My cock hardens at the thought of Abigail in pink lace, her lithe body wearing it so well. Shelooks stunning in just simple makeup, even though I don’t mind it when some women wear a heavy amount. As long as it doesn’t make them look have a pancake face, it’s good.

But it’s her deep green eyes that capture me, and the sprinkle of freckles around her nose. She has the sass of a woman, but her face is cute and almost innocent looking. It’s a weird mixture accompanied by her lithe, sexy body. Just the thought of her causes my pants to tighten, prompting me to discreetly adjust them.

Dude, keep it together. You’re in public!

As I try to find a more comfortable position, I feel something move in my back pocket, and suddenly remember the pamphlet. I completely forgot I stuffed it in there.

As I unfold it, my eyes widen at the title and my jaw drops at what I read.

Just thewordsleave a sour taste in my mouth.

‘Promiscuity Say Goodbye. I’ll Explain to You Why!’

“What the fuck is this?” I blurt, shaking my head as I look closer, finding the title ridiculous. Even the cover is cliched, with a woman pointing at a man leaning against the wall. Like, come on! Couldn’t even come up with a better illustration.

Big eye roll incoming.

Before I can inspect the flyer in my hand, I feel a vibration in my pocket. Fishing out my phone, I see it’s Greg, my publicist, although I call him my agent. He’s also family, but we don’t add that to the business equation.

I pick up the call immediately, not wanting to keep him waiting too long.

He can’t see my smirk, but by now he knows it.

“Hi Greg. Are you going to wish me luck?”

The exasperated sigh is his usual response to my sarcasm. He doesn’t particularly have time for it and sometimes I forget that he’s not just a family, but also a business partner. This poses issues when I tease him.

“I just wanted to see if you’re all set and to tell you I’ll be a little late. The taxi I booked from the hotel never fucking showed up. So, I’m waiting for a taxi.” He groans and then says, “I should have saved up a bit more and paid for the same hotel as you. Not end up with a four-star thirty minutes away!”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at his whining. I’ve been making him money for years, and he blows the hotel savings at the casino. We specifically set aside a budget for this festival, and now he’s moping. Serves him well.

Of course, I wouldn’t voice my opinion to Greg. His personality is overbearing as it is. There is no room for constructive criticism.

“Buddy don’t sweat it. Maybe we can go for a swim later today. They have a private beach here,” I say, not hiding the hint of excitement in my tone.

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