Page 7 of Last First Kiss
“Stand up,” she demanded. Rocco’s smile faded and his brows furrowed. “Uh . . . what?”
“Stand up.” This time she said it even more demandingly and through gritted teeth.
“Annabelle. Stop it,” Joey barked, this time pounding a fist onto the desk, but Annie ignored him. Faintly, Rocco heard Jax yelling too, but he was mesmerized by whatever it was that Annabelle wanted with him. So he stood up as instructed.
As he did she took slow, long—sexy as fuck—steps toward him. Her movements were controlled and restrained, her expression muted. Damn, are those black high heels? The phrase femme fatale popped into his head.
Her eyes never left his, and holy fucking shit—his dick stirred. Those long as fuck legs moved—no, sauntered—over his way.
Did she want to talk with him in private?
Hell yeah. He’d go anywhere private with her. Maybe having her as a bodyguard would have a hell of a lot of benefits. It was only a few months, after all.
Her waist was small, her hips flared slightly, and her tits were full but not overly large. A good handful, he noted. As she got closer he noticed the sexy little mole by her left eye.
That’s what he was looking at when suddenly he was airborne.
Somehow she’d done some crazy-ass ninja move involving swinging his arm painfully back, shifting her body, hunching over and flipping him onto his back. The cold cement floor uncomfortably pressing against him, her ass was now planted on his chest and he was eye level to her pussy. “You need to tone down the cocky, Mr. Monroe. You cannot take care of yourself . . . clearly. And don’t you ever fucking call me honey again. First and last warning.” She tapped his shoulder and stood up. “You need me.” She said it more to her brother than to Rocco, it seemed.
Ugh . . . His back would hurt tomorrow.
But not more than his pride.
She extended her hand and helped pull him back to his feet.
Joey and Jax were leaning over the table, about to climb it, their eyes saucerlike and murderous. “Annabelle!” Jax, who had been calm, roared.
“What the fuck, Annie!” Joey barked. “You’re fucking fired. I don’t care if you’re my sister!”
“Like I said, earlier, Josef, suck my dick. I quit. Try working the calendaring system without me, asshole.” She walked around Rocco, whose mouth hung open and breathless from the surprise assault. He’d never seen a woman that feisty before. And Jesus Christ it was turning him the hell on. “Oh, and wait until I tell Mom,” she added, her back to them.
After she slammed the door behind her, Rocco straightened his shirt, adjusted the silver cuff links, and ran his fingers through his hair. What the hell had just happened? He had never been more wrong in his life. The woman wasn’t just capable, she was a total badass. Why wasn’t her head shot in the iPad with the rest of the ICS employees?
Joey and Jax rushed around the table, awkwardly, looking unsure as to how to help.
“I am so sorry for my sister’s behavior, Mr. Monroe.”
“Sorry?” He chuckled. She could absolutely blend in, pretend to be his girlfriend, and no one would know he required a bodyguard. “I want her. She’s perfect. She’s fucking hired.”
CHAPTER THREE
Filming for El Traficante has been moved to an undisclosed location in Miami, Florida, for the majority of the film. Unfortunately, Colombia has become too volatile since word has travelled about Rocco Monroe portraying Gabriel Mendoza. As rumors continue to spread that Julia Vargas, Monroe’s ex-girlfriend, will play Victoria Mendoza, this reporter, for one, can’t wait to see Vargasroe back together on the big screen and off-screen too!
“Vargasroe?” Annie rolled her eyes and threw the magazine to the floor. “What a ridiculous name mix. Julicco sounds better.”
“I’ll send a note right away to E! News and TMZ.” She stuck out her tongue at Xander, her best friend and roommate, who was perched against Annie’s bedroom door. “What do you think you’re doing?” He gestured to the pile of clothes surrounding her on her bedroom floor.
“Looking for appropriate business attire.”
“Excuse me?”
“I just sent out twelve résumés to different agencies and I need to look presentable.”
With his eyes furrowed, Xander pushed himself off and walked to the bed, picking up a white oxford shirt she’d thrown there. “And you think this is presentable? Girlfriend, this is dull and you’re a lot of things, but dull isn’t one of them.”
“What am I supposed to wear, Xan? Leggings and combat boots?”
“Well?” He shrugged as if he was considering it, so she tossed a handful of shirts at his head, which he caught just as quickly, then sat back to watch her lose her mind. “What kind of job did you apply for?”
