I, Porn Star (I #1) (39 page)

He
stood to one side and waved her up, a wicked smile curving his sensuous lips.
“After you, Miss Green.”

Thank
God she’d shaved her legs last night, was her first thought. Her second was
whether her panties were visible through the thin fabric of the flirty yellow
Vera Wang summer dress Keely had insisted she wear.

Oh,
what the hell did it matter?

Propriety
had gone out the window the moment she’d set eyes on this man. All the same,
she couldn’t stop her hand from fluttering against the back of her dress as she
mounted the stairs.

She
heard his soft hiss and belatedly realized that all she’d done was succeed in
plastering the material against her ass. Her Kardashian ass, as Keely liked to
call it.

By
far it was her worst feature, ridiculously large in comparison to the rest of
her body. While her breasts were an okay size and her stomach and thighs,
having been primed with ballet from an early age, responded well to exercise,
her ass let her down every time. It was why she’d given up her dreams of
becoming a prima ballerina.

She
reached the top of the stairs and quickly dropped her hand.

Before
she could open it, he reached past her and threw the door open.

The
moment she entered, she knew why she’d felt the weird sensation as she’d walked
into the Executive Guest Suite.

Moving
forward, she stopped in front of the glass wall, her heart hammering wildly in
her throat as she looked down into the open space below.

“You
were in this room when I came in.” It wasn’t a question. It was another
certainty that stemmed from her soul.

“Yes.”
His voice, hypnotic and sexy as hell, washed over her.

“You
saw me.”

“Yes.”
He was closer, close enough for her to smell him again.

“And
you came downstairs?”

“I
couldn’t not.”

She
turned. He stood less than a pace away, those mesmerizing eyes on her. Again,
his shoulders and his hands moved restlessly, as if he were physically
restraining himself from touching her.

“So,
what now?”

His
gaze raked her from head to toe and back again. His lips parted and his tongue
traced the inside of his lower lip. “Now you place your hands on the wall
behind you and spread your legs.”

Stunned
excitement rocked through her, but she forced herself to breathe, to remain
lucid. “W…why would I want to do that?”

His
smile was filled with pure sin. “For your drug search, of course.”

“What…what
about Tracy?”

His
smile disappeared. “She won’t be conducting the search. I brought you here
because now I’ve seen you, now I have you, Bethany Green, I refuse to let
anyone else touch you.”

He
took that last step until they were a whisper apart. His head lowered and his
nostrils flared as he breathed her in, the sharp tinge of need in his every
exhale. “Are you ready?” he rasped.

She
looked up at him, every nerve in her body tightening with need.

“No.
You’re about to put your hands on me and I don’t even know your name.”

“My
name is Zachary Savage. You can call me Zach. In fact, I prefer it. Because
Zachary is too long for the many times I intend for you to scream my name when
I make you come.”

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