Page 72 of Decidedly Off Limits
“Luke, this is Trent,” I told him. “Hope you’re okay with him being here.”
“Sure, not a problem. We could always use an assistant.”
“That’s me, always ready to assist.” Trent leaned into me and murmured in my ear, “Especially if that means I get to taste you.”
Inwardly I moaned while the center of my universe did a happy dance. Just what I needed—for him to get me all hot for him just before we started shooting.
I kissed Trent lightly on his lips.
“Woof!” The loud bark came from the oversized, fluffy white dog sitting in the far corner of the room.
“Bear!” I walked over to him and after letting him sniff my hand, hugged the friendly dog.
He barked again, almost deafening me, and I turned around to see what he was barking at.
“Hey, buddy.” Trent took a step closer. Bear jumped to his feet and let out another less-than-friendly bark. “Okay,” Trent said, drawing out the word. “How ’bout I just stay over here for now?”
“Sit, Bear,” Luke said and the dog did as asked, still eyeing Trent like he was the enemy. “Sorry about that. He’s jealous.”
“Of what?” Trent asked, his gaze warily on the dog.
“You.”
Trent laughed. “Why, ’cause I’m human?”
“No, because you were kissing Kelsey. He can get a little possessive.”
Trent muttered something that sounded a lot like “I know the feeling,” but stayed where he was. Probably a smart move. That wasn’t to say Bear would live up to his name and try to eat him. More than likely Trent was at greater risk of being knocked over by the massive beast.
“Guess I should get changed now.” Blowing Trent a kiss (because Bear was probably less likely to take offense to that), I walked over to the small change room in the corner.
Once inside, I quickly stripped to my white lacy bra and panties, and put on my fluffy white robe. Thanks to Erin and Holly’s makeup lessons, I had enough makeup on to give my eyes that smoldering look essential for what Luke and I were after.
I exited the change room, carrying a pair of white stilettos and urging my inner Victoria’s Secret model to stand proud. Too bad she’d quit last week, leaving me clueless at what I was doing. My entire modeling background consisted of teenage Erin and me practicing our seductive looks in the mirror…because Erin had insisted that would help us get boyfriends.
In case you were wondering, it didn’t.
Bear was still eyeing Trent when I approached the bed. Trent gave me a sly smile, his gaze taking in my short robe, practically peeling it from my body. “I never realized how sexy that is until now,” he said, and my body tingled from the way his gaze touched me and at the sound of his husky voice.
Bear gave another bark, not as loud this time. More like a warning for Trent to get his mind out of the gutter. He then lumbered over from his corner and squeezed his massive body between Trent and me, almost knocking us over.
“Christ, it’s like having a goddamn chaperone,” Trent muttered under his breath.
I chuckled. “Now you know how I felt when you barged in on my date with Stephen.”
The sexy smirk that always left my panties damp slid onto his face. “Yes, but I got the girl in the end. The dog isn’t gonna get so lucky.”
Bear barked again, as if to say, “That’s what you think.”
“Bear, corner,” Luke said, pointing to where Bear had just come from. The dog lumbered back to his spot and laid down.
I let out a long breath, and with my gaze averted, dropped the robe. I had no idea why I suddenly felt self-conscious. It wasn’t like Trent hadn’t seen me in my underwear before. Hell, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me naked before.
And Luke?
He was busy sneaking glances at Trent’s ass (not that I could blame him), which Trent missed because he was too busy staring at me.
Trent flashed me a grin that immediately put me at ease. It wasn’t filled with dirty thoughts of what he wanted to do to me tonight. It was more like a you-can-do-this type of grin. A grin filled with warmth and honesty.