Caught In The Spotlight. Jules Bennett

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      Focus. He wasn’t here to get played by this woman—he was here to see what the hell she truly wanted from his family. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Anthony had some kind of agenda behind Mia’s career move. But he didn’t have to worry about his mother saying anything to her personal assistant about the script they’d been working on. It was just as important to her that nothing be revealed until they were both ready.

      And, if Mia turned out to be as clean and innocent as her background check indicated, then he would let her be. But if he found out she was indeed working for Anthony, they both would rue the day they decided to cross the Danes.

      Bronson kissed his mother’s cheek. “It’s a shame Victoria couldn’t join us this year.”

      Olivia smiled. “Working hard on a big celebrity wedding trumps us, darling. That girl does work herself to death.”

      Bronson laughed. “Says the pot about the kettle.”

      Olivia wrapped an arm around Bronson’s waist in a half hug. “I’m proud of all my children for their hard work.”

      Bronson was about to say something else, but his thought was lost as he looked to Mia. A flash of pain darted through her eyes.

      “You’re all very lucky to have each other.” Mia took a sip of champagne. “Does Victoria usually attend, as well?”

      “Almost always,” Olivia said. “She designed many of the dresses you see here tonight, and she loves nothing more than to admire her work up close.”

      Bronson didn’t know about the other clients, but he was sure as hell happy with the dress she’d chosen for Mia. And he couldn’t help but wonder what other taunting designs would adorn Mia during their trip. What dress he would ultimately unwrap her from.

      God help him. This was only night one.

      “It’s getting late.” Olivia lifted her face, placing a kiss on Bronson’s cheek. “See you tomorrow. Mia, I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

      Mia smiled and nodded. “I’ll be at your suite by eight.”

      As his mother disappeared beneath sparkling chandeliers into the sea of glitz, glamour and overflowing champagne fountains, Bronson turned back to Mia, who was placing her empty flute on the tray of a passing waiter.

      Mia smothered a yawn. “I’m still a bit jet-lagged.”

      He hated that the evening was drawing to a close, but it was late and he had an early meeting. “Then I’ll escort you to your room.”

      With a warm smile that threatened to lure him in, Mia placed a slender hand on his arm. “No need to leave because I am, Bronson. I’m sure you have many more associates who’d love to chat with you.”

      He shrugged. “It’s well after midnight as it is. You’re not the only one who needs to be well rested.”

      Taking her soft hand, he laced her arm through his and escorted her through the party. He didn’t miss the fact that men seemed to keep their gaze on Mia a little longer than necessary … he knew the feeling of wanting to capture a mental picture of this beauty.

      Mia, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the attention.

      “And here I thought all you Hollywood hotshots never slept,” she went on, smiling up at him.

      Those dark-as-night eyes could make a man forget any scruples he had. The sweet floral scent radiating off all that bare skin made his mouth water. If the woman was this potent after one evening, how would he survive the rest of the trip?

      Dammit. He hated being vulnerable, and Mia was working her way fast and hard under his skin.

      “I won’t lie,” he told her. “We do burn the midnight oil quite often. Which is why we need to sleep when we can.”

      As they stepped out into the warm night air, Bronson tasted the saltiness of the sea on his lips. He couldn’t help but wonder if Mia would taste the same.

      Yachts lined the docks and bobbed gently with the subtle ripples of the Mediterranean. Thousands of twinkling lights glistened off the black water, setting a romantic ambiance seen in movies.

      Obviously, a realistic effect.

      “This place is amazing.” Mia snuggled closer to him as she looked out over the water. “I could live here and just stare at that gentle rolling tide all day.”

      “We have coastline at home, as well.”

      She looked back at him and tilted her head. “True, but there’s something romantic and glamorous about Cannes. I love Hollywood, but it’s all so … fake.”

      Bronson laughed. “Fake? You’ve never faked anything?”

      “No,” she said without hesitation. “What you see is what you get.”

      His eyes roamed over her, then landed back on her flawless face. “The exterior is perfect without faking anything. But what about on the inside? You’ve never lied? That’s faking the truth. No?”

      Mia looked back to the sea. “We all lie about something at some point, Bronson. It’s human nature not to reveal the truth when a lie can benefit us.”

      Bronson stepped in front of her, keeping his hand on her arm. When she turned her gaze to face him, moonlight sparked off those deep, chocolate eyes. If he weren’t careful, he’d fall into them and lose the battle he was fighting with himself.

      “What are you faking now, Mia?” he whispered.

      A soft breeze from the water lifted a tendril of her hair and sent it dancing. He tucked the strand behind her ear, stroking a finger down the side of her face, down her neck until her breath caught.

      “I told you.” She licked her lips, mocking Bronson because he wanted to be the one to lick that salty sea air off her parted mouth. “What you see is what you get.”

      “What I get, huh?” he asked with a slight grin.

      Bronson slid his hand up her bare arm, cupped the back of her neck and captured her lips beneath his.

      Perfect. Absolutely … perfect.

      God, he’d been so right in believing her lips would taste amazing. Soft, giving. Mia may be holding a secret, but if it had anything to do with her sexuality, he’d just uncovered it. There was a passion brewing beneath this confident, yet private woman.

      She wrapped her fingers around his biceps, whether to push him away or hold on as he continued assaulting her mouth he didn’t know. But he wasn’t going to stop unless she made him because one taste, just one, had him pulling her against him. His hands roamed up that bare back that had mocked him all evening. Damn this dress. He wanted it off her. Now.

      With their bodies only separated by his tux shirt and thin layers of chiffon over her breasts, Bronson could feel the effect he had on her.

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