Page 48 of Beautiful Deceit
His hands run over my body from neck to my ass. There's a brief knock on the door followed by it opening immediately. I scramble to get down, but Beau keeps me pressed against him. My back is to the door, I can't see who it is.
I hear a deep chuckle and I cringe, "You sure work fast Beau." My mouth pops open. I push Beau back and drop down. My body slides down the length of his as my feet touch the ground.
"What can I say? It was a good explanation." I sass to cover my embarrassment walking to the oven to check on dinner.
Still laughing, Brian says, "Oh god she's a keeper. Beautiful, smart, and by the way, my mouth is watering. She can cook like a pro. If you aren't smart enough to hold on to her, please Sam, give me a chance."
Beau's laughter dies quickly, "Hey! That shits not funny, you bastard."
"Wasn't trying to be."
When I turn around Brian winks at me. I know he's just giving Beau a hard time, but it's still flattering to be called beautiful.
"Alrightboys," I put emphasis on the word, "This should be ready in a bit. Who's hungry?" It's a race between them to answer as they both reply quickly.
Another knock on the door sounds, but this time they wait to be allowed entrance. The security guys are ready to install the interior cameras. They cart in a few ladders and get to work.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink, water, soda?”
The taller of the two men glances up from a small bag on the floor that he’s digging through, “A water would actually be great. Jon?” He looks over to his coworker.
“If you don’t mind. Thank you.” Jon replies.
I smile and make quick work of grabbing a couple bottled waters.
“Here you go. Let me know if there’s anything you need.” The cameras are so small and inconspicuous I'd never even notice them if I didn't know they where they plan to put them. The men cast a few looks in Beau’s direction shortly after entering, but both keep working without question.
I can tell by the way Beau and Brian chat, ribbing each other, that they must be close friends.
I ignore most of what's said until I hear Brian say, "I told you she was crazy. When you gonna learn to listen to Big Brian? He knows what’s up." He pats his chest in self-congratulation.
"Man, I was so stupid. Marty just kept putting us together, and then the producers encouraged a relationship, saidit would be great for movie ticket sales. When Marty told me she was pregnant I freaked, but then I knew no matter what, I would take care of my kid, you know?"
They talk so freely, it's like they don't even realize me and two other people are in the room.
"Thank fuck it was just a scam, because she knew I'd want to make that shit right." Beau shakes his head and looks like he dodged a bullet, "I was so fucking relieved when I found her fuckin Seth, man. Crazy, right? I just catch my fiancé fuckin a coworker and friend, and I was relieved that I wouldn't have to marry her. That shit right there told me it was a mistake."
I feel the need to say something before they say anything else that these guys can decide is worth selling for a story to some gossip rag.
"Beau you wanna take a look at this please?" I interrupt, only I don't have anything to show him. I just wanted him to come over, so I can remind him he's not alone. You'd think someone as famous as him would remember to watch his mouth around people. He was just telling me about not having privacy.
"What ya got?" He asks as nears me. I lean up on my toes and whisper in his ear
"Those guys are listening to you Beau, you need to be careful about what you say." His arm goes around my waist, and he pushes his ear closer, my lips graze his ear lobe.
He whispers back, "They can't say anything Sweets, they'd lose their jobs." He raises his voice as he speaks. He finishes in a while against my neck, "but even if they do, I don't care." He gives me a few kisses, before pulling back and adding loudly, "But if they did or gave your address out for example, they'd have a lot more than a lawsuit to worry about." He kisses my temple and goes back to the table with Brian. I guess that solves that.
I feel weird having dinner with the guys still working, but there's no way I'm letting all this work get cold. I don't think I have enough to feed four men, I know Beau can eat a ton and by the looks of it, Brain could definitely tuck in too. Shit this is awkward. I guess I'll let Beau and Brian eat and if there's anything left offer it to the others.
I serve myself a normal portion and plate up two larger portions "You guys want to eat this, come and get it." I'm not delivering it to the table; I'm not a waitress.
Beau is there first, eyeing the plates to see if one has more I'm sure. He snatches the one he wants and looks at Brian like he just won a prize. I roll my eyes at how ridiculous he is.
Unfortunately, there's not enough left to offer to the men. With Beau and Brain leaning back into their seat, sighing with full bellies.
I ask quietly, "Should I offer them a sandwich or something, since you guys ate it all? They've been here for hours."
Beau frowns, "No, would you have offered it if we weren't here?"
