Автор: Emily McKay
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781408915745
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Frowning, he walked to her office doorway. “Take a break from it. We need to study the interview to remember what’s been said and to plan for the next one.”
“I remember what I said,” she replied, her eyes glued to her computer screen.
“Yes, but you need to remember what I said, too,” he said, moving closer and glancing over her shoulder. “Pyrrha is eating. She looks fine.”
Kicking her foot in what looked like a case of nerves, she met his gaze. “I don’t like to watch my performances.”
He’d heard this before, but he wondered what the nerves were about. “This is different. It’s an interview.”
“Still a performance,” she said.
He spun her chair around and looped his hand around her wrist and dragged her out of the chair. “It won’t last that long.”
“I really don’t—”
An uneasy suspicion grew in Luc’s gut as he tugged her down on the couch in front of the television. “What exactly did you tell that reporter?”
She shrugged but evaded his gaze. “I just did my part to add a little kick to the proceedings.”
His suspicion roared. “What the hell—”
“She may not even use it,” Gwen said.
“Gwen?” he said in a quiet voice that he reserved as an unmistakable warning of his displeasure.
She bit her lip but shook her head. “If you’re going to make me sit here and watch it, then you’re just going to have to wait and see it for yourself.”
“I don’t like surprises,” he said.
“We’re even. I don’t like watching myself on the screen. Any screen.”
A photo of Luc and Gwen flashed across the screen, interrupting their discussion. “Stay tuned. Our very own Trina Troy braved the cold Montana mountains to get the hot lowdown on movie star turned horse rescuer Gwen McCord and Hudson Pictures’ hottest bachelor of the moment, Luc Hudson,” said the cheery host of Entertainment TV.
“Do you think Trina Troy is a real name?” Gwen asked.
“No chance,” he muttered and brooded for a long moment.
Both rose almost in unison.
“I’m getting a be—”
“I’m getting a glass of wine.”
They both spoke at once.
Gwen shot a quick, uneasy smile and squeezed past him to the refrigerator. He followed her to the fridge, and she pulled out a beer and thrust it into his hand. “Here.”
“You seem a little jumpy,” he said.
She grabbed a bottle of wine and poured a glass. “I’d forgotten how intense the paparazzi can be. Or maybe I just chose to forget.” She took a sip and licked her lips. “I’m also not used to having someone around the house all the time.”
Luc found his attention snagged by the sight of her pink tongue sliding over her lips. He pushed back a stray strand of her hair just because he wanted to touch her. “Am I bothering you?”
She took another quick sip. “Bother.” She rolled the word around her mouth as if to test it. “Yes,” she said. “And you should stop it right away.”
He chuckled. “Can’t do that. In fact, I plan to bother you more.”
She shot him a dark, sexy look that almost distracted him from the shrill voice of the Entertainment TV reporter.
“We’re back now with Trina Troy, who is going to tell us how Luc Hudson is keeping Gwen McCord hot under the covers during those cold Montana nights.”
Luc shot a quick glance at the screen, then looked at Gwen. “Hot under the covers?” he echoed, catching her hand and tugging her toward the sofa.
“Not my words,” she said.
“Entertainment TV paid a visit to Luc Hudson and Gwen McCord at her Montana ranch. The two lovebirds were willing to play a little game of favorite things with me.”
The tape played, showing Gwen smiling as she answered the reporter’s questions about Luc’s favorites. The camera, as usual, loved her, catching her expressions of delight and a tinge of shyness. Her hair shimmered and her skin glowed. She looked like a woman in love. She played the part so well he could almost believe her himself.
“This could be the real deal. Look at what Luc Hudson has to say about Gwen,” Trina said, introducing the shot of him talking about what had made him fall in love with Gwen.
He bought his line, surprised at the way the camera caught the chemistry between him and Gwen.
“We asked Gwen the same question, and she said Luc has a deep-seated sense of honor that won her over. But look at what else she said.”
“Here it comes,” Gwen murmured and took another sip of wine.
The film played. “What made me fall in love with Luc?” Gwen echoed and tilted her head to one side as if she were concentrating on the question. “Besides the obvious superficial things such as how hot he is and how his great body comes in handy for a lot of things including rescuing horses and picking me up when I fall.” She gave a sexy chuckle. “There’s the fact that he is amazing in bed,” she said. “Amazing.”
Shocked, Luc turned to look at Gwen. “What in hell—”
“I had to stall,” she said, shrugging helplessly. “That question wasn’t on the list. I wasn’t prepared for it. And you know what they say. Sex sells.”
His cell phone began to ring and he swore. “Do you realize how much heat I’m going to take for this? My family, my business associates.” He picked up the phone and spit out his name. “Luc Hudson.”
“Mr. Hudson, I’m with Hottie Magazine, and we wondered if you would consider doing a centerfold spread for—”
“No, but thank you very much,” he said and turned off the phone. He turned to Gwen as she attempted to ease her way out of the room. “Not so fast. You’ve just created my headache of the week.”
“Sorry,” she said with a slight wince. “But you did say you wanted a distraction from Nicki’s problems, and…” Her voice trailed off as he walked toward her.
“And?” he said.
She gave a nervous chuckle. “And better you than me.”
Six
Better you than me.
Seeing the light of challenge in Luc’s eyes, Gwen immediately got the uneasy feeling СКАЧАТЬ