Chapter 40
Flynn
Oh yeah. I was here all right.And I was royally ticked.
Still, I wrapped her in my arms and acted like I didn't feel like telling her where she could take that act of hers.
I didn't mean her current act. I meant the innocent one, which yeah, I'd come dangerously close to believing.
Good thing for me, I'd just gotten a good kick in the ass – the mental kind, not the physical.
Mackenzie's words – the ones I'd just overheard – rang in my head."I remember that day, when he was dragged off. We laughed about it, remember?"
An icy coldness settled over my heart.Yeah, I remembered, too. I'd been in calculus minding my own business when a bunch of cops had busted in and dragged me away like I was number-one on the F.B.I's Most Wanted.
I hadn't learned why until hours later, when – thanks to a sorry-ass public defender – I'd finally discovered how much trouble I was in.
For years, I'd known that Anna Burke was the cause. But until just a moment ago, I didn't realize it was all one big joke.
Ha fucking ha.
But hey, I acted for a living, right? And, as I reminded myself, I'd picked Anna Burke for a reason. She was disposable, just likeI'dbeen toherall those years ago.
When she lifted her head and pressed her lips to mine, I fought a moment of revulsion before giving in to the sweetness of her lips and the feel of her tight little body pressed dangerously close to my own.
She was good.I had to give herthat.
She was trembling against me, whether with nerves or feigned lust. As far as the specifics, I didn't know, and I didn't care.
In the car, I'd told her that it was up to her – PDAs, or whatever the hell she'd called it.
That's right.Public displays of affection.
Now, anyone could see that she'd thrown herself against me. Not to be outdone, I yanked her tighter against my pelvis and let my hands roam down her back. Her dress was thin, and her skin was warm.
When my body responded, it was no surprise. I'd never had any problems in that department, and hell if I'd bother controlling it now. If she could feel my erection, she could deal with it – or not.
She tasted sweet, like red wine and cherries and smelled like powder or lilacs or some other flowery thing. I didn't know, and I didn't care. She wasn't my first kiss, and she sure as hell wouldn’t be my last.
But the kisswouldbe memorable, that's for damn sure.
For the first time in my life, I actually got off on kissing someone I hated. For someone who was shaking, she was putting some real effort into it, too – more with every passing moment.
Or maybe she was just that good.
When she pulled back, I stared into her hazel eyes, trying to see what exactly had caused this sudden change in behavior. Yeah, I'd overheard Mackenzie expressing her doubts about us being together, but Mackenzie was nobody important, not inmybook, anyway.
Regardless,I was done.
This time, I didn't mean with Hollywood. I meant with dinner, done with this place, done with the cuck at the table and his fiancée standing just a few feet away.
When I looked in Mackenzie's direction, she gaped like I'd just whipped out my cock and waved it in her face.
Knowing her, she'd probably like that.
As for myself, allIwanted was to leave. Even so, I'd be smart to give a reason – unless Iwantedthis whole messed-up outing to be for nothing.
I looked back to Anna, who was still in my arms. With her hands laced around the back of my neck, she was staring up at me like I'd just given her a dozen roses and chocolates, too. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes were bright. She looked too sweet and too innocent by half.
