Page 6 of Dirty Like Me
I looked her over again, slowly—what I could see of her in the bathrobe. “What happened to the blond?”
Maggie looked annoyed. “You didn’t want the blond, remember?” I did remember. I just liked messing with Maggie. “You said she was, quote, forgettable, as soon as we left the office.”
“Because I had no idea which one you chose.” It was true. I’d pretty much been writing song lyrics in my head the entire time she and Brody perused the models on offer.
Maggie’s eyes narrowed. “I knew it.” She made a gesture toward the girl in the robe again, who was standing there like a fawn caught in the headlights of a Mack truck. “Good thing we picked someone else. Katie. Remember?”
I stared at the girl, and finally it came to me.
Girl in the wet shirt.
She’d looked different then. No makeup. Damp hair. Kind of flushed.
Unintentionally sexy.
Now she looked awkward-sexy.
Maggie made a noise of exasperation. “Don’t mind him,” she said to Katie. “He’s been in a bad mood. For like a year.”
“I remember.” I held Katie’s gaze, ignoring Maggie. “Cherry pie.”
Her cheeks turned pink again. Damn, she was cute.
This shoot just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
“There’s pie?” Zane walked in, and it took all of two seconds for his gaze to find Katie. And stay there.
Great.
“Who’re you?” he demanded.
“Um, Katie,” she said.
Zane, being Zane, went all the way around the very long table, took her hand, and kissed it. “Sweet to meet you, Katie. I’m Zane.” He gave her his ultra-intense, ice-blue-eyed Viking stare down; the one that generally got him any pussy he wanted.
“Cool,” Katie said. She stared at Zane, because that’s what women did.
“Alright,” Maggie said, rounding the table and hauling Katie away. Maggie was one of the few women I’d ever met who was immune to Zane’s bullshit. “Don’t mind Zane. He’s like that with everyone.”
Not everyone. Just women he wanted to fuck.
When the girls were gone, Zane looked over at me. He froze on the receiving end of the look I gave him. “What?”
I turned to leave, just as one of the wardrobe girls came in with a shirt for me.
“Not that one,” I said, and walked out.
CHAPTER 3
KATIE
I’d never felt so out of my element in my life.
The thing was, I’d been sitting on the sidelines of my own life for so long that I’d kind of forgotten what my elementwas.
Which was how I’d ended up here. I’d let my best friend convince me, Katie Bloom, regular girl with not one shred of modeling or acting experience, that I could play super-cool girlfriend-of-a-rock-star in Jesse Mayes’ hot new music video.
What the fuck was I thinking?
